Skipping exercise

On Monday I went to the gym, well and good.

Then Monday night I gave blood - everyone should, it gives you a warm fuzzy feeling But tuesday morning I woke up tired and it was easy to justify skipping the gym, shouldn’t exercise in 24 hours after giving blood, I’m sure someone told me that? And I know its crap cause its never stopped me before, but I stayed in bed anyway.

Last night I was cranky. Just generally bad tempered, and unfortunatly K was too, so that didn’t help. I didn’t sleep well because I was fuming at something I imagined he had done wrong, so this morning I hit the snoze button and rolled over, I didn’t want to go to the gym and I DIDN’T CARE!!! I was still cranky.

Now, after fuming all the way into work on the bus, I have had a nice cup of tea and a vent to the girls at work, and been assured that, while all men are bastards, K is probably not the worst one out there, and I may be overreacting a tad. I feel better, I’m not mad anymore, but the first twinges of guilt over skipping the gym are now seeping in.

Every now and then this is OK, but it must not become a habit.

Sigh. Must do better. Again.

PS - This is my 400th post!