How many days till Friday?

I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t tired enough to just sleep sitting up right here.

I would be lying if I said that the weekend was long, relaxing and quiet.

I would be lying if I said that D had an easy time getting back home from Canada.

I would be lying if I said that I am feeling really great about my eating/gym habits.

So, I’ll tell the truth -

I’m so exhausted!  This weekend kicked my ass.  Friday night I got the great news that my cousin got into Law School w/ a huuuuuge scholarship and so we all went to dinner to celebrate - which turned into mucho wine, and falling asleep on the couch at 10:30.  I did not go to the gym as planned - this was too big to not celebrate!  

Saturday I woke up and had a bagel.  Bad.  Went home, cleaned my entire apartment - did 3 loads of sheets and towels, and bath rugs.  Felt really good about that - and stayed inside while it downpoured all day.  Got to relax and watch a little TV before getting ready for the bachelorette party that night.  We headed to the hotel down the road at 6ish, and partied there for about  2 hours before heading out to the restaurant for dinner.  Our matching shirts weren’t awful but it made me realize I don’t want to do that for my party.  They were ‘baseball’ style tees, and while cute - didn’t really fit in with the chic place we were partying.  The whole penis thing wasn’t up my alley either.  And I couldn’t seem to catch a good buzz in order to dance as wild as the others.  I wanted to go home to bed.  I felt like an old lady.  I hate that feeling.  By the end of the night, I was dancing, singing and enjoying myself - but still longing for my bed.   With the time change, I didn’t end up falling asleep until 4:30.  Not typical for me.

Sunday was hard.  I woke up at 9, which I guess was really 8 - felt a little hungover.  Had to go see a movie with my mom at noon, and ate a WaWa sandwich  (ham & turkey with ranch on a toasted sub).  Thankfully it was all I ate until 6pm.  I almost fell asleep in the movie (The Other Boleyn Girl — read it first, and loved the book MUCH better.  Also noticed Natalie Portman looks just like Giada in this movie.)  D was supposed to fly into Newark at 4:30.  By this time, we found out his flight was canceled and they were going to be stranded for 3 DAYS.  Thankfully they got smart, and rented an SUV and 6 dudes trekked it back to NYC.  He was finally home safe after a 6.5 hour car ride, a 1.5 hour train ride, and another 10 minute car ride.  I didn’t sleep until he was safe in our bed.  At 12:30.  Which means, I am EXHAUSTED.

Furthermore, I am giving up bread products for a little while.  This is probably going to prove to be a test of my will, but I am not losing any weight.  I got on the scale this morning and I gained 2 pounds since last Monday.  I am trying on my own wedding dress tomorrow, and therefore I hope it will make me say “DAMN GIRL” and I’ll really try.  Meaning no more eating like a shithead on the weekends, and trying a LOT harder than I am now.  I can’t complain when it is really just all my fault. I hate this, I hate my lack of will-power. I hate everything about it.  I feel like screaming/crying about this fact.

To be fair, I am getting my period tomorrow for the first time in months (thank you Seasonique) so I am probably just more emotional than usual, but still!   Enough complaining.  More action needed.

Spring….. where are you???