Yesterday I woke up in basically the crappiest mood I’ve been in in a long time.  I figured a long, hot shower would help (I love showers!), but nope.  Was running a couple minutes late, as usual, and just got crabby at myself.  I proceeded to get even more crabby as the day went on, getting mad at pretty much everyone and everything that crossed my path.

The worst?  As I was walking in to my building, there were 2 undergrads outside smoking.  Now, this drives me crazy, how people will stand right outside the door to a building to smoke, forcing you to walk though and smell it.  Whatever, usually I just walk through because it’s literally about 2 seconds out of my life, and nothing to get too worked up over.  However, as I approached the door, my crabby mind thought “Oh fabulous”, and then I heard the girl say “Well, if you like, have emphysema, and you’re going to like, die anyway, why should you bother to give up smoking?”  I couldn’t help myself – I just stopped and looked at her and said “Really?  Are you serious?”  She said “What?” and I said “Someday you’re going to die of something, so are you going to use that as justification to smoke?  Sheesh.  Why don’t you move out from the doorway so I don’t lose any more brain cells from you.”  She called me a bitch.  I didn’t really care.  Was I?  Probably.

So after snapping at my boy yesterday, which I NEVER do (sorry mooch!), and then getting horrifically pissed off at my stats teaching assistant, and then crying in the middle of class, I was trying to figure out what the hell was wrong with me.  (No.  I’m not pregnant.  Don’t suggest that).

A little known fact that I don’t write about here much ever is that I joined Weight Watchers in November.  I think I maybe posted about it once back then, and I received a couple of snotty blog comments telling me that I had no idea what ‘real weight loss was like’ (as opposed to the fake weight loss I’m doing), and I figured I’d rather not deal with negative comments about it, so I just stopped.  I’ve lost, eh, about 20lbs so far?  While I’m definitely not perfect, and I know I could have lost more by now, my eating habits have changed for the better.  Especially in the last month or so with the arrival of summer and lots of good fruit.

This past week?  I kind of fell off the wagon without even realizing it.  A new vending machine was installed in our building.  They had Rice Krispie Treats.  I love those.  So I ate…oh…more than one or two.  And a couple of packets of Cheese-its, because I hadn’t had those since November.

I’m doing the points plan.  And I stayed in my points.  But I traded my fruit for junk, and I’ve now come to the conclusion that putting all that crap in my body is what made me feel like crap.

Is that possible?  Do you believe it?  I think I’m going to – what a nice motivating factor to keep eating my fruits and veggies.

This morning?  Mood gone!  I’m back to me again.  I was a supermodel this morning (which I’ll address in a separate post later one I get the pictures and can give all sorts of attention to the person who took them!), I saw my boy at lunch, and now I’m sitting here, not doing my stats homework.

I had a bagel and a peach for breakfast, stir fry and edamame for lunch…I’m back on track.

Except tonight is pie day.  Wooooooooo sugar! 

As long as it doesn’t make me a raving loon again, I’m cool.