Today sucked

Ugh, I hate today, and it's only 4:15. I woke up feeling great, and now I just feel like crap and I'm just a blubbering mess.

Ryan and I woke up, snuggled in with the dogs, and watched Gnomeo and Juliet in bed. When it was over, we got up, took a shower, and went downstairs for breakfast. We alternated watching TV to playing games on our computers. (He played Modern Warfare 3, I played Plants vs. Zombies.) Then I decided I wanted to rearrange the living room so we can put up the Christmas tree.

Now before I continue, let me just say that I can't stand the holidays. I hate that it's this big gift-giving monstrosity. A big aspect of my loathing for holidays, is that my family is small, and we've never really done anything big. Plus my family is broken, and I just have a lot of issues with it that we'll save for another day. On with the story.

I rearrange the living room in a trial setting, and call Ryan downstairs to get his opinion. He hated it, and gave me a really shitty attitude while we were discussing it. My feelings were hurt, and I acted like a child, and threw a tantrum. I'm tired of constant shittiness from other people, especially my husband, for Christ's sake. Then he apologized, we ate a rather large snack, and watched some TV. I decided a switch of games would be fun, so I turn on the Xbox. But our receiver is so ghetto-rigged to our other electronics, that I can't figure out what source it needs to be on, etc. (Insert more electronic jargon here.) So I call Ryan back downstairs to help me with it. He starts talking in geek language and using terms I don't understand, so I blankly stare at him and ask, "What?" He then grabs the remotes from me, grits his teeth, and starts the explanation again. I then burst into tears and ask why he's being so mean to me today. He apologized half-assed, and here we are. I'm very emotional today for whatever reason. And then I fell off the wagon, so that did not help matters much at all. I'm already over my calorie intake and haven't eaten dinner yet. So I popped a phentermine, and will finish out the day with cotton chops and feeling like I'm on cocaine. I'm so tired of feeling worthless and gross. :(

Ok, that's enough. I got it all out. This blog is supposed to be positive and up-lifting, not sad. I will make good (if any) food decisions for the rest of the day, like forfeiting my Sunday night TV snack. Luckily, Once Upon a Time is good enough to keep my attention without food. :) And going to the gym tomorrow will make me feel good all day, and get this goal underway.

How about a funny pic to make me feel better? This one always make me laugh (thanks, Failblog):

Update, 5:28pm: I turned on the space heater, took a scalding hot shower, used my peppermint foot scrub, and gave myself a mani/pedi. I feel a hundred times better.