I really don’t want to do anything today and I have permission from work to not go in if I don’t feel well enough. The problem is that if I take that once, I won’t want to go in the next day or the next day or the next. It’s just the way I am. If you give a mouse a cookie she’ll want a glass of milk…

I feel crummy but I am feeling this oh so strong impulse to prove that I can push through it and that I can still perform whether I am sick or well. This is so different from the me of a few months ago. The day went fine but I didn’t eat all that I should have. I made my last meal of the day but the smell, which I normally love, was just repelling. I couldn’t eat it.

I did end up getting some unplanned exercize today when I just barely missed the bus that I wanted so I decided not to wait for the next one and just to wait. I’m not sure exactly how far I walked but I think it was about a 20 minute walk. I’m really excited to the Monday date with my scale.