I think... considering... I have been pretty dang nice. For example when my husband went grocery shopping with me I didn't rip his head off when he grabbed TWO bags of chips and threw them in the cart (I NEVER, EVER buy them because they call my name). I also didn't RIP his head off like I wanted to when he went down the street and came home with a cookies and cream shake. I was nice. Instead I went to BodyCombat... TWICE in one day and beat the crap out of him. The other night while they sat around (they being my hubby and kids) eating PIZZA while I ate my chicken salad I didn't even punch his brains out when he said "Just have a piece, give yourself a cheat meal"... Ummmmm... yeeeeaaahhhhh right at two weeks out? The nerve.
Today I am exhausted. My carbs are pretty low anyway, but I have been in panic mode and trying to get in as much gym time as possible. This morning I ran 4 miles at 6:30 am, then I went to BodyPump at 9:45, I then got a bodywrap done because I have two left and thought what the heck it can't hurt, oh but that's not all, I also hit up the BootCamp class at 5:30. I napped in between, pretty much all day. I still feel MILES away from being ready to step on that stage in *gasp* 11 days... but it is happening. There is no backing out now. I am registered. Oh. Em. Gee. It sure didn't help that tonight I "tried on" the suit for the husband and I didn't really get the reaction I was hoping for. It was more like how you going to pull this one off in ten days? What was I thinking???!!!??? I am having a moment. A... you can't do this moment... A what in the world were you thinking moment. I think that in the next week I better see something pretty drastic happen in order for me to feel confident on that stage. I know that once the tan is on you already look a million times better but I don't know if a million times better is good enough.
Tomorrow is a new day.. a new BodyCombat packed day where I can beat the crap out of whoever I feel like. I am hoping that will get rid of some of this frustration.