if it weren't for bad luck, i'd have no luck at all

I am caught in a bad week. I got home Monday after being with friends for days and that's when it all started. I've been in a B/P cycle all week. I didn't notice how naturally that behavior came to me until I was left alone in my house and that was the first thing I did. Just mindlessly shoveled food down my throat, only to choke it back up. It was then, bent over the toilet that I could admit to myself, "okay, so maybe we have a problem here." But I push it down so I don't have to feel it and got ready for work.

Work was hell as well. After having gotten a message intended, I assume, for my bosses girlfriend the day before ("kinky" is not an appropriate response when your employee tells you she's stopping by for her check, just saying), and I'm pretty sure he was intoxicted when I showed up, I had no idea what I was supposed to be doing that day. I ended up chaufferring the kids for an hour and paying for their school supplies out of my pocket and then driving the half an hour home.

Tuesday was a peach too. Started the day off having 5 different breakfasts, food I don't even like, brownies and peanut butter? Gross, but I ate it anyway. Then I got to work to find once again that my boss has left his girlfriend in charge. I feel constantly scrutinized by her. Maybe she doesn't like a younger woman coming around everyday? But theres nothing to worry about there trust me. So I wrapped up there and headed home in rush hour traffic only to have a part fly off my car! So there I was on the side of a busy highway for nearly an hour waiting for my parents to show up to rescue me. Had to leave my poor car at a weigh station all night. Its home now but not fixed and I have to somehow get to work in 5 hours and my only car alternative has a door that doesnt latch. Great right? 

Today I got a text from boss's girlfriend asking my to be there while she goes out tonight, so more hours for me, but not too pleased that she is the one with requests now. And she told me my boss wants me to call him about the kids' grades later. I can only assume its so he can bite my head off about the algebra. Its not my fault the kid cant grasp basic algebra. I do everything I can to get him through and he still screws it up. And that wouldnt be a prolem if his father didnt have such high expectations of him and me. Oh and did I mention that im up half a pound from all this crap?

I'm hoping today is better. Everyday is a chance for things to improve and I'm going to keep believing that. I'm fasting today, I have goals I need to meet. I need to be 135 by Valentine's Day.