This week has been going from bad to worse. I've not done a lick of exercise and I'm not happy about it. I want to... but I'm not making myself do it.
Tonight - after dinner the Hubby and I set out for the track around the park to get in a little walk in the evening and jump start ourselves back into exercise. It was one of those misty kind of nights and it was quite nice. I was happy and excited to get out and get moving again.
Until a suburban pulled over on the far side of the street... it was going the wrong way down the one way road. Some kid got out... and went to the back. It looked strange... I was staring at him and he kept glancing at me...
Then I got hit with a raw egg. In the calf. Cheers erupt from the car and another one whizzes by me into the bushes. They jump in the car and take off.
I.WAS.PISSED. VERY VERY VERY VERY ANGRY. SOOOO F*****CKING ANGRY. All over my pants, my leg, my sock and my runners. ANGRY like I want to kick in the door to their car angry.
Then I get in the car and really..... all those old feelings from being a kid come back. They threw eggs at me. Of all the people that were walking there... they pick me. Because I'm fat.
WHY as a grown adult am I feeling like this. I'm pretty much done for today. I'm sullen and crying and the Husband is upset and doesn't know what to do and has no idea whats wrong I'm sure. But I just can't say these words out loud. So I will just put them here instead.
Tomorrow... will be a better day, but right now. Not so good.