I think it's Winter. Or Spring. Or the "end of winter, where the hell is Spring?" time of the year that just picks me up and shakes me and leaves me wondering where my ear is supposed to be. I'm pretty sure it is because I was feeling this very same way last year and I have a feeling that I talked about this very issue with my therapist last year.

Who needs an excuse? Screw it. I'm cranky and miserable and so be it. Tomorrow or next week or next month will be better. For now I be what I be.

Jimbo took me out on a date Wednesday night. What a doll! I needed the margarita and chips and blatant disregard for my diet. The scale said "told you so" with a pound and a half gain. I am not a fan of the ww@work lady. I whimpered when I saw the number and she didn't so much as pat me on the back and say it's going to be ok. Go eff yourself, lady. Do you know my name? Who is paying you money for your motivation and support. Yes, that's me. Show a little respect.

Suffice it to say that I was in even a worse mood when I came out of the excuse for a ww meeting. I was going to work late until I realized that I had a chiro appointment that I didn't want to go to. The only think that movitated me to get in the car and go was the audio book I'm listening to right now. Brilliant!

Of course the chiro made me feel better and when he rubbed my shoulders before he kicked me out I realized that I really needed a massage. So I scheduled myself for one tonight. Then I'm going to do nothing at all. Watch the closer, curl up with the chickens..... maybe shop a bit.

The receptionist at the chiro's office also cheered me up. Just by being her she can do that. She's so happy and optimistic and down to earth. She actually suggested getting together for martinis with our boys. What a doll.

That's about it. Knee-deep in mud. Poor Jimbo, he's such a doll, just wants to help me when there really is no helping me at this point.

Gah! Happy Friday!