"Life doesn't imitate art, it imitates bad television."
- Woody Allen
I'm freaking out right now and honestly the only thing that is saving me this morning is my love for trash TV. Is there anything better than being able to sink into something that in the end doesn't really matter? Does it matter how big Snooki's poof is today? No. What matters is that it distracts me from how nervous I am at the moment.
In about fifteen minutes I have to leave my house to go get weighed for the week and I'm so scared I could chew my nails to the nail bed (thankfully, I'm not a nail biter). I spent yesterday in Fredericton with Amber and while we didn't eat anything horrible I'm a little afraid. It's been humid for the last few days and missing a couple snacks and not getting as much water into myself yesterday as I would have like is over shadowing today.
Just so I could convince myself that I am hydrated, I got up, ate and drank over a liter of water at 630 this morning. The cutoff to get the water in me was 730 so hopefully it will be out of me by the time 9am weigh-in comes around.
At the moment if I could I would wrap myself in garbage bags and sit in a sauna to get rid of water retention, I would. The swassyness would be welcomed at this moment in time. That however is not an option. I am lacking in the large black garbage bag department and come to think of it...I don't have a sauna.
I'm just really hoping that this goes well and I have lost something this week. After my appointment I will be going to meet with a potential client for a logo design and losing something will just make it that much easier and better for the rest of the day.
No matter what happens though...I have to keep a stiff upper lip, cause god knows I don't have time to redo my makeup in between.
Gillian
