When I get stressed out, it usually manifests itself in at least one of three ways:
We went to Trader Joe's last night to pick up "a few" things. That turned into $103.00 worth of meatballs, frozen meals, cookies, wine, and... wait for it... COOKIE & COCOA SWIRL. My friend Cyndi has been raving about Cookie Butter for weeks, so I checked it out while I was there. There is a sign on the shelf advising there is a 5 jar maximum per customer in order to allow everyone to enjoy it. Wow. I was thisclose to buying some, but then I saw the jar next to it which taunted me with claims of cookies AND chocolate together in one harmonious jar of wonderful. How could I pass that up? So, this happened:
The jar tells me to put it on pancakes or waffles or sandwiches, but that sucker is getting eaten with a spoon straight out of the jar. It's seriously GOOD, you guys. Go get some.
Despite the fact that I've been eating as much of whatever I want, whenever I want, I weighed in this week for the first time in about a month and I have only gained one pound. I'm back to tracking every single bite using MFP and I'm trying to get on the elliptical as much as possible. My big problem at the moment is eating things that I can't track--like General Tso's Shrimp from our local Chinese food place, or the veggie club sandwich from Houlihan's. I need to stick to things that have labels.
Well, I feel like this post alone sums up my ragey issues lately.
3. Physical Pain
It's the slow season at work. This means that my day is spent mostly doing a lot of data entry and system updates, which requires pretty much the exact same movements ALL. DAY. LONG. Ctrl+V, click, save. And repeat. Not only are my eyes suffering from staring at the computer screen all day, but I've felt it in my back and shoulders as well. Couple that with my mom's recent anniversary, the upcoming holidays, and my general cheery disposition (please note the sarcasm), and I end up with frozen muscles in my back, neck, and shoulders. I woke up at 4:30 this morning unable to turn my head or move any part of my body really, without intense burning pain. I somehow hobbled downstairs to the couch and managed to turn the heating pad on and I waited for the pain to subside. It didn't. I dozed on and off for the next several hours, wincing and on the verge of tears any time I needed to shift my position. I woke up hubby and had him massage my shoulder, but that didn't help. I sat with the heating pad again for a few hours, took a hot shower, downed some Tylenol, and even worked out thinking that maybe the blood flow and movement would relax my muscles. I ended up having to drive to the pharmacy for the big guns:
On a brighter note, one of my Christmas gifts arrived yesterday. I didn't want to open it, but hubby made me just to make sure everything was OK with it. I may have squealed in delight when I saw it:
A signed first-edition copy of Someone Else's Love Story by my favorite author. I don't know why I didn't start buying these earlier, but I'll definitely be buying all of her books this way from now on!
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