Another week, another pound lost.
But I don't even care. That makes me sad. I should be all YAY I'M LOSING WEIGHT!!!!!! but instead i really can't even get motivated enough to celebrate. I'd rather just sit here on the couch and... well... sit. It's around seven pm on Saturday and my poor husband hasn't been fed dinner. I don't even really care. It's not like he's going to starve. He'll fend for himself if need be. The kicker? I'M hungry and can't be bothered to make anything. So yes, I am depressed.
It's not a dire sort of depression as of yet. I'm still here enough to recognize the problem and I'm pretty sure I could snap myself out of this round of it. I'm gonna try anyway. I've made a hair appointment for Tuesday. I hate to spend money on myself. Hate it. If it will make me feel beautiful, it'll be worth the cost. Heck, the scalp massage is worth the cost. While I'm there, I shall peruse their OPI nail polish selection and bring something pretty home to do my nails with. Maybe something festive! I wish I could find this:
It's OPI's color called "The Rainbow Connection" that's coming out along with the new Muppets movie in November. I want it. Doesn't it just look like a bottle full of happy? Of course, I'll probably have talked myself out of spending money by then.