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my weight - a little - but mostly my mood.  We've had rain and grey here for what seems like way too long.  I KNOW it's Seattle and that we're famous for rain - but this rain has gone on too long this year.  It's June 4.  We haven't hit 70 degrees ONCE yet this year.  And it's raining - a lot - even for Seattle.  I don't want to run.  I dont' want to walk.  I don't want to ride, swim, move.  I want to hang out in bed with a book and sleep/read/sleep/repeat.

And Eat. 

Yesterday was massive layoffs at my job.  I'm safe - for now.  The mood here is dark though. 

And I'm staring binging in the face and losing.  I had a bagel w/ a smear of cream cheese - a whole bagel - not a bagel THIN like I'd planned.  And I ate my oatmeal too. 

So now, to get back on track, I will NOT eat my snacks today, I WILL eat a healthy lunch and dinner and I WILL run.

Meanwhile - the funk has settled.  I need some sunshine and blue skies.  This is getting rediculous!!

TTFN,
LauraLynne

Comments

Amanda Kiska said…
It's raining in Eugene, Oregon too if that makes you feel any better. I hear Saturday will be decent and then beginning Monday we will start seeing some nicer weather so hang in there!
Lesia said…
Hang in there...I feel your pain but in a different light. Mine is my foot that is affecting my mood:(
Aylilth said…
I hear you about the rain, here in Aus it's been aweful.

And to top it off kids are sick as well.

Hope you have sunny days ahead soon.
Morgan said…
Yes, I have been living in the funk too - the weather is too cold for this time of year and I have been sick for 2 weeks. Blah. I hope that you feel better soon!
Morgan said…
Yes, I have been living in the funk too - the weather is too cold for this time of year and I have been sick for 2 weeks. Blah. I hope that you feel better soon!
RockStarTri said…
Good thing you were safe at work. This funk shall pass!
Diz said…
You're doing it!!!! Good job on getting up and making it happen! I am so proud- you're an inspiration.

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