I weighed myself today and I'm not a happy camper because I'm up 3 pounds. I should have waited to weigh myself because the magnesium citrate I took Sunday night usually causes bloating for a couple of days. I'll hold off on weighing myself for a while, but I still need to do a better job of sticking to my diet. Having leftover Halloween candy in the house won't help.

I felt horrible yesterday morning and went down for a nap around 10am. I didn't get up until my husband came home sometime after 2pm. I hadn't done laundry or gone grocery shopping as planned.
I got into the shower around 3:30 before making a quick trip to the grocery store to pick up enough things to get us through a couple of days. I'll have to do the rest of the shopping tomorrow.

I threw in a load of laundry around 6 this morning. We still only have 1 working dryer, and I didn't want to risk someone getting the jump on me. I'm going to call the office AND the service company to report the broken dryer again. It's been over a week…

Meanwhile, days later, the altercation with that woman in the parking lot at CVS continues to bother me and I don't know why. It's definitely not because she called me homely, and I really can't recall a lot of the things she yelled at me. I'm unsure if it's because I didn't defend myself, if I didn't diffuse the situation better, or if it's just because she was so angry and abusive. Thinking about it provokes anxiety and I don't know why…