Seasonal Affective Disorder is officially kick'n in.

I apologize in advance for this ridiculously boring and pissy post.

So, one week into my New Years declaration and I'm doing, OK. Just OK. I haven't dropped any pounds but I haven't gained any either and when you consider the fact that this is day 8 of "breathing free" that's really quite an accomplishment for me. Only a smoker can fully appreciate this. When the hand mouth oral fixation isn't being satisfied through smoking we replace the cigarette with food.

Note to self: Invest in an industrial size bag of suckers.

Don't judge. It's very unbecoming.

I was doing really good with the eating healthier until yesterday. We were at a competition and the food that was available to us didn't leave us with many choices. So I snacked on crap all day. And by "crap" I mean gigantic (and by gigantic I mean 8 inches in diameter) m&m sugar cookies and big buckets of popcorn. Our family also ended up at a fast food joint last night because it was late and we were out of town and we had a long drive home and we didn't have any healthier options. Yes, I could've chosen a healthier alternative than the crispy chicken club (fresh from the deep fryer) from Wendy's. But I didn't.

Sue me.

And this week Thursday we leave for another gymnastic's meet in Chicago and so eating healthy this weekend will be a (another) huge challenge. There's always something in the way, isn't there?

I worked out 5 days last week. Monday - Friday. Did something really awful to my lower back during Friday's Fitness class and was down and out in pain all weekend. I think I pulled a muscle. The pain progressively got worse all day Friday until I ended scamming a couple Vicodin from my dad so I could sleep. The Vicodin took the edge off but I was up all night anyway itching from the drugs. Figures. The pain is still there and I still can't sleep because of it and I'm just not a nice person to be around when I can't sleep. I'm over dosing on Motrin and Aleve, I smell like freak'n Bengay, and I walk around with a cold compress strapped around my waste all day. Still trying to decide if I should just suck it up until it heals or actually make a trip to my doctors.

I'm tired, I'm crabby, I'm in pain, and I am sick. to. death of winter. Seriously. I've had enough.

Forget yesterday's post. I was high on drugs. Michigan sucks.

Excuse me while I go take a hefty dose of Vitamin D.

And to add fuel to my fire I can't space my paragraphs apart in this post....or yesterday's post. WTH!