yesterday i woke up completely exhausted. so very tired. mike had gone to work late to solve a crisis and i decided to 'wait up' for him - so silly of me. he didn't get home until about 1 a.m. I didn't manage to fall asleep until closer to 2. and we got up at 6. But i did drag my so exhausted i felt like i was drunk ass into the gym. i did 33 minutes on the elliptical, never going too quick - heartrate never got higher than 133 or so, but at least i did 30 minutes of consistant workout. of course i ate french fried AND chocolate yesterday too, completely undoing any good the workout did. haven't quite mastered the art of avoiding stress eating. it was not a good day emotionally and so it stand to reason that it was not a good day as far as what i chose to eat either.

today there will be no morning workout anyway - i am on my way to the hospital for a CT scan to check to make sure the collection of blood in the gallbladder cavity isn't from internal bleeding but just a hematoma that isn't going away. it never ends. first the surgery, then the infection, and now this... bah. Hopefully it turns out to be nothing too serious and is easily taken care of. it will be hard to convince me that another surgery is necessary when surgery itself caused this mess. arg...

depending on how the day turns out, there may be exercise in the evening. this should be a run day. we'll see...