Blah!

I feel so crappy this week. Yesterday I skipped out on exercising all together. I just wasn't feeling well, maybe I have a stomach flu? Or maybe the people at Applebee's spit in my food on Sunday? (Long story, probably not going back there tho!) I feel like a lump! I could barely get myself moving today. After Jason leaves for work, I usually make the bed, start laundry, do the dishes, vacuum. I'm finding it hard to get the energy and willpower to do it. I hate feeling sick.

I got an e-mail today from an old friend who saw my wedding pictures and he asked me, "Are you pregnant or are you just practicing?" What a fucking douche bag! How can you call yourself my "friend", yet be completely inconsiderate of my feelings? What the fuck? I'm really trying to make an effort not to swear as much, but in this instance, I feel it is warranted.

I wanna go crawl back in bed and hide.