What a fucking weekend.
Friday I took off of work and spent the day packing up my room. I really didnt think I had that much shit...until I dug deeper and deeper under my bed and in the closet lol it took me forever!!!
Saturday, we were up by 7am and didnt close the door to the empty old house til 10:30 pm. It was a long day of lifting, going up and down stairs with heavy furniture and boxes, swearing, sweating and just wanting to kill people. So so glad it is over...well, at least that part is over.
Yesterday was the Colony Grill 5k...I didnt run it. My knees and back were all fucked up from everything I did the day before that I just knew it would be a really bad idea. After the race I spent the day unpacking...not my favorite thing. I have so much shit that I just want to throw away at this point. Luckily we unloaded everything into the garage so we can unpack things one by one instead of living among boxes inside the house....and anything that I dont move into the house by Chritmas, I am just getting rid of it.
The workout today looks horrible. I have absolutely 0 motivation to get in there today just because I know what is waiting for me at home and it doesnt help that my knees are still a little sore and beat up. Maybe I'll go for a walk/jog instead. I dont know. I've lost all hope at this point.
Oh, our fridge at the new house is broken. Might as well have stayed at the beach house. I JUST WANT TO BE ABLE TO LIVE LIKE NORMAL AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If i have to eat out for one more meal I will loose it.
Oh and Lurong challenge? Out the window...I've given up. The past 2 weeks have been hell and it isnt over for me yet either. The last thing I need after all this is to see that I've gained inches and lost improvement.
Gonna have a break down soon if things don't start looking up...I never break down. But I feel it coming...