A short one

I had a pretty terrible day today, got back some test results and not what I wanted to hear. My work day was just stressful as ever. Then on my way home, I was just a mile or so from work and my car dies. I went to make a turn and my steering wheel was tight I ALMOST didn't make the turn. I pull off the road and my car is dead won't start...after making a few frantic phone calls my brother-in-law comes and jumps it which takes WAY to long and I finally make it home.

I am on a war path when I get home, I am on a mission and I just want food. I really really wanted to stop for Mcdonalds but my bother-in-law followed me home and he knows how hard I've been avoiding it. But I came home made two grilled cheese, ate 2 brownies and a cold meatball. Yea... I feel like crap now and I am going to go lay in bed.

My picture is my frenemy...the scale...tonight I jumped on just to try it out I had on pants and about 3 shirts (it's cold!) but I was still REALLY hurt to see the number flashing back at me :(