The past few days I have been feeling pretty sluggish. My thyroid medicine has run out and I had a midnight realization that this could be contributing to it. I ran out of my 100mg and have been taking my leftover 88s until I can see the doctor next Wed. I also think the gravity of the toxicity of my MIL’s visit has been working the kinks out too, both with me and with my husband. I am super sensitive and it is really difficult being around someone who is sooooo negative and doesn’t know appropriate behavior.

I am strong.
In my body, in my heart and in my soul.
I am proud of myself,
for sticking with my plan,
for battling myself to workout today when I really felt like napping on the couch,
for realizing toxicity.
I will stick to my vision,
I will realize my goals.
I will live my dreams.

I am super proud of my husband who came home today and was feeling shitty and went upstairs all on his own, with no prompting or me trying to influence him verbally, and lifted weights and got on the gazelle. I couldn’t tell you when the last time he did either. This is the best support I could have ever asked for.