Today was not a good day. It started off just great, but then I had to take my daughter to the doctor for her 4 year check up. I ate a healthy breakfast and was planning on working out when I got home. It was supposed to be a routine visit but it ended up taking over TWO hours!

First the doctor in training comes in and wants to examine Ella. He likes to talk. And talk. And talk. Ok, I know doctors need to learn on "real people" but when you have an antsy 4 year old, it might not be the best time to chat about the human body and how it works. Then the "real" doctor comes in and does everything the doctor in training did.

After the doctors were done, the nurse comes in and starts asking me questions about the immunizations and if they are covered by my insurance. I worked for a dental office for 20 years, so I know people are responsible for their own coverage and should know what is and isn't covered. The thing is, I have never been asked these questions. She told me to call my insurance company to find out what they cover. I pulled out my cell phone and was in hell. I could not talk to a person at the insurance company and never did get the information. That is so frustrating when you are sitting in the room and a nurse is looking at you waiting for you to give her the go ahead to give the shots.

After all is said and done, Ella ended up getting 3 shots and she was not happy. I was hungry, tired and just crabby. I wanted food, and I wanted it right then. We ended up at McDonalds and I got a 6 piece chicken McNuggets. No fries or even a pop, I drank water. Did this satisfy my crabbiness? I wish I could say "yes." I wish I could say I realized right then and there that food would not make me happy and I should have found the time to work out. However, that didn't happen.

I called my husband on the way home and he said since I had a stressful day, I could decide what we were going to eat. I wish that my husband could have said "I would really like something healthy." I know he can't win and when I'm in that kind of mood, he can never say the right thing. But, since my food of choice (kind of like my "drug of choice") is pizza, that is what I decided we would eat. I am sick to my stomach right now and disgusted with myself. The pizza did not make it all better. I'm still tired and crabby. To top it off, I didn't work out today.

I wish I would just skip blogging on days like this. I wish all my posts would be upbeat and motivational like yesterday. That would be a lie. We are all on this long journey of weight loss. We will have good days like yesterday, and bad days like today. I cannot change what I did today. I can only change what I am going to do tomorrow. Tomorrow will be another "good" day, I just know it. Tomorrow I will work out and eat healthy. I will not dwell on the negative from today, but look forward to the positive of tomorrow.