Because y’all? This day has the full-on recipe to suck.
Nate threw out his back. Which meant we had to carpool in, even though our days of carpooling were supposed to end today. I spilled something oily on my dress, which makes it look like I dripped water, except it’s totally dry. & since we carpooled & Nate took the Subaru, I had to borrow my sister’s car, which is so old that it was used when I drove it over 10 years ago. It smells like the moon roof hasn’t been closed in 3 years. Because it hasn’t. Which is all fine & dandy, except it didn’t start. So I was running late. Also? I got a call reminding me that I have a dentist appointment tomorrow.
I know my life doesn’t suck. But I could have really used more of this today:
Except I don’t have a car today. Which means I have no hope of getting more coffee or taking my shoes to the shoe-repairman-who-probably-has-a-more-glorified-title-than-shoe-repairman.
Anyway. Back to my life kinda sucking except not really sucking at all because if a dirty dress is the worst of my problems, then girlfriend, I HAVE GOT IT MADE.
I was full prepared & braced for today’s McFatty. Fully prepared for somebody to be an asshole. Because even though yes, I’m putting it out there & yes, I ask for whatever comes my way as a blogger, I think I’ve developed a low-lying form of PTSD when it comes to asshole commentors. & I was terrified what someone would have to say about the fact that I gained, I lost, I gained more, I slowly lost, but not really & here I am frustrated.
& then, of course, I would be forced to seriously contemplate buying out the Twix in the vending machine because in my post-adolescent angst I will swear that I SHALL NEVER BE SKINNY AGAIN a la Scarlet O’Hara, & then do another 10 giveaways in a span of 24 hours just to annoy everyone on the planet, & then my head would explode.
& it never came. Instead, I had very sweet comments. Encouragement. Nutrisystem putting me in touch with their dietary folk (::fistbump::). About how I could do this, I’m an inspiration, I’ve come so far.
Y’all, I apologize. I underestimated how AMAZINGLY AWESOME you are. I promise, I’ll never do it again.
I’ve had those days too – the ones where you forget the good things because the bad insist on getting in the way – rest assured that you are awesome and things will get better. You should be proud of the progress you’ve made – you’ve done an awesome job and are vey inspirational!
Awww! There’s gotta be some coworker that would graciously give you a ride for coffee…
Life’s crazy. And sometimes it interrupts mcFatty Monday. And sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do, even if it involves a little something something delicious. Just count it as a guarantee that you’ll take the handsome bub walking tonight
email me. I shall bring you a cuppycake. NO LIE!
This Monday too, shall pass! HUGS
That was me. ALL. last. week.
We all have days (or weeks) like these.
But then my little guy started crawling Saturday. & then I got a nice little surprise in my inbox from heirtoblair.com and stuff started looking up.
It’s all a matter of perspective
I think I said it on twitter and it didnt’ post, so I’ll say it again.
Fuck Monday.
Just Fuck Monday, fuck it and forget it.
Fuck Monday.
we love you, buttface. You better learn to embrace it.
Hugs and encouragement, even from complete strangers is an amazing thing. Keep your head up, you are doing amazing!
Hope your day just keeps getting better and better!
Mondays blow. I hope your day is steadily improving. My Monday started by getting pooped on while applying diaper creme to the babe’s backside. This was after hubby woke up sick (and hubby is NEVER sick, so if he says he’s sick, it’s the real deal), so I had to scramble to leave in time to drop off R this morning. Then I had to sit through a long yet pointless meeting. And I have tons to do since I was at a business meeting out of town last week, but I also need to “orient” my new employee (who the HR department brilliantly decided to start while I was out of town, even though he works directly for me). Sorry for the rambles, but yeah, I can relate to your day.
I’m so sorry about the meanies out there. You have inspired so many people in so many ways, so just focus on that! You go!
Well, I guess you can now say that this sucktastic Monday is almost over. So that’s a (small) plus…
And, cobbler = shoe maker/shoe repairman.
I really hope your day gets better.
Hi there – Just a note to let you know you aren’t the only one struggling with the weight loss thing! I’ve been trying SO DAMN HARD the past few weeks to get that scale to budge – to make it show me that the exercise and healthy eating choices were making a difference….but, alas….I think my scale is stuck.
It is SO HARD to drop those last 10 pounds. I am not full of great advice (or I would be shedding MY last 10 pounds!), but just wanted to let you know I’m cheering for you (and myself). I am making myself stick with it, b/c I know, sooner or later, the PUDGE HAS TO BUDGE
And, I know you’ll stick with it too – b/c that’s just the kind of chick you seem to be.
Hang in there!
Susan
Oh aren’t asshole commenters just the worst? I recently made a HUGE life altering decision in my life and while most comments were positive, I of course, had to have one complete jerk try and ruin my day. Here’s the way I see it: the mean commenters are the ones who are jealous. they obviously have nothing better to do than write rude things and try to intentionally ruin your day. Don’t you EVER let them get to you with your weight loss. Weight loss is a journey for people and nobody ever said it was easy. You just keep trying and trucking. : )
I think we’ve all been there…:( Hang in there!!
http://pearlsandgreentea.blogspot.com/2010/07/gingersnaps-for-you-and-you-and-you.html
well as long as you’ve learned your lesson missy ….(shakes finger, with hand on hip, while tapping my foot.)
I can feel for you on your bad day…..celebrating my 2nd anniversary with my hubs today and during bath time my one year old has a poop explosion…not the most romantic day in the world…lucky he is cute and makes me smile.
I LOVE PORT CITY JAVA, especially their white hot chocolate
Blair, darling.
Numero uno- this is more for your last post but I didn’t want to comment twice- stop weighing yourself at different times you silly goose! Weigh yourself Monday morning, naked, after you pee but before you eat breakfast. Okay, if you want to weigh yourself Friday morning before the weekend kicks in (because I don’t know about you but I’m much more likely to overeat and not do 30DS on Sat/Sun) to compare it that’s fine. Anymore than that is just plain torture and you are too cute to be doing that to yourself.
Also, Port City Java is the bomb diggety (oh yes, I brought out the 90′s slang for that). I lived in Wilmington for a while where there is practically one on every block and pretty much lived there. Now I’m in a part of NC that doesn’t have one and it’s quite a tragedy. I miss their ice teas and banana nut muffins.
:`(
And finally, I don’t comment that often but I have been reading for like, ever, and this is probably really sad and stalkerish of me but I really want to be your friend. I live in NC and want to jam out to Britney and drink gin and tonics with you. Wanna know why? Uh, because you’re cool and cute and funny. And your hubby is almost as cute as mine and your baby is a-freaking-dorable. And even though I was one of those who commented in the past about your giveaways and “the old Blair” I was never hatin’. I was giving totally non-solicited feedback that you were totally free to ignore. Try not to take it personally hun. Look at people like Dooce and all those celebrities on OKmag. The more adored you are the louder your enemies will get and so take it as compliment that people even care enough about you to take time to send you hate mail. You’re the shiz-nit. Guzzle the haterade. For serious. You know we love you xoxo
I adore reading your straight-forward, no bull shit blog! Keep it coming, real life is not perfect or easy and motherhood certainly isn’t either!
mama! i hope your day ended in much better fashion than it began. love to you.
Ok, I’m impressed that you had an oily dress and all you wanted was a coffee drink. I’d have been whipping out the cocktails early on.
sorry to hear you’ve had mean commenters. I get pretty snarky on my blog but so far no one’s been mean to me. I know my day is coming.
thanks for reading my blogHer post today!