This is what happens when you apparently lose your marbles

I'm just not into it. Into what, you ask? Um, I dunno....life, maybe.

This weekend was cold. Frigid cold. But I beared the temps on Saturday and went out shopping for a few hours with my mom. Nothing an additional 30% off Kohl's coupon can't cure. Plus, got to try on some dresses for my cousin's wedding that is in March. The one I liked best was the only one not marked down. I passed on it, since it was the first time dress shopping. Though, I'm thinking about that dress often and wondering if I shouldn't go back and just buy it. Except it's one of those -cut down to here- kinds of dresses that you see the stars wearing at the awards shows. Still, it was sexy and extremely flattering and I think I could have pulled it off quite nicely. Sunday was spent in my pajamas. All. Day.

And my funk has seemed to have gotten the better of me and my eating. I gave in to my craving for a Big Mac on Saturday and probably indulged in a few too many of my mom's stuffed shells. And then there's the exercise. Or lack there of. Yeah, it's been a week since I've worked out. Whoops.

So I'm currently at work, and I'm hungry. There's Lean Cuisine in the freezer here, but do I want that? No. My cell phone battery is dead, and I'd prefer to charge it in the car for a few minutes while I ran out to pick up some totally unhealthy-fat-making food. But you see, that requires me to gather up my things, put on my coat and walk outside -- and that's a bit too much like work. So, here I stay.

Lots of inner-conflicts going on. SHUT. UP. HEAD. Just SHUT. UP.