whine

Yesterday started out an incredibly nice day and ended up an incredibly sad day. Thank God today's a new day. Now I have to whine. Yesterday I skipped dinner and today, I gained a pound? What's up with the scale? To top that off, I only had eight minutes on the bike and only did one mile before the bus picked me up to go home. I really don't like missing the full time I usually spend at the weight room. Sometimes I am torn between doing my voluntary work at the center and spending quality time in the exercise room. I did 5.75 hours straight through lunchtime working on mailings. I skipped the coffee room and rolls, and declined to join in on a spring celebration meeting with goodies and still that determined pound stays put. I also chose to not join in on the clubs evening gathering with goodies of course, and guess what, that pound had a friend called sixteen ounces, and they clung together like white on rice. I had a productive day but it was hectic. Does stress add on weight? I sort of like my day to be at my own pace, not the pace that others want me to keep. I had two requests for help at the same time. Thank God for simple decisions and no more major lifetime commitments. I guess I'm finished for now but that pound and its buddy better get lost! Oh my it's 8:50 pm and I haven't had dinner yet.