Feeling... funny

Tuesday morning. Got a good nights sleep last night, but only because hubby and I slept apart because of the snoring. I don't like sleeping apart, and I think he's hurt that we have to, but he has NO idea how loud and disturbing the snoring has become. When he was sleeping down on the couch, I actually had to close the bedroom door to get to sleep. That's a little crazy. I think it comes down to his weight. That seems to be the no. 1 thing all the websites say - what is the best cure for snoring? Lose weight. I'm trying to help him, but I only really know what I should be eating (and even that is marginal) never mind what HE should be eating. I have to start getting him exercising. I know that will help. But he's so tired when he gets home. Every time I ask him to join me, he says "I promise I will tomorrow night".

So, I have a funny, nervous kind of feeling today. Like I'm forgetting something, or I have something to be stressing about, and I'm just not sure what. It's Tuesday, and it's technically my "day off" - no school or students at all, so not sure why I feel so stressed. I think maybe its because I felt like an idiot in theory class (yes again) yesterday, and maybe it's still residual? Or maybe I am worried about getting on the scale today at the Dr? I dunno... maybe I'll go weigh myself and see if I can get an idea of what it will be before the appointment, so I don't get upset.

I've had a click shake so far, and I am hoping to get some exercise in this afternoon while Josh is napping, then if Anthony feels like going to a walk, it will be a bonus.

I think I'm make stuffed zucchini for dinner. It's a modification of a stuffed zucchini recipe my best friends mom used to make. So yummy, but full of Italian sausage, and so I've cut down on the fat by using well-seasoned ground turkey instead.

Ok, so I went and weighed myself and I am 4 lbs higher than I was yesterday. Of course. Because hard work doesn't mean fuck. All it takes is a few days where you aren't perfect and any work you've done goes to shit. Obviously. So, even though I have been trying very hard to keep the weight under control, it will look like I'm eating like a hog. I fucking hate this. Sucks.