Still slightly off-balance, mentally. I'm not the exhausted, cranky Rob from yesterday, but he's still lurking under the surface, waiting to strike - just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water, huh? He's making me irritable, although I'm able to keep it under tighter control today - I was getting mad earlier about things like my lunch taking 5 minutes to reheat. Caught myself before I had a mini-tantrum and counted to 10. I don't feel actively stressed, but I haven't let go of it all yet.
He's also throwing off my body. I have no appetite today. Once I had that lunch reheated, it was all I could do to even look at it. Not keeping it, since it won't re-freeze/re-re-heat well, which makes me feel really bad - Z put a lot of work into it. I just can't eat, though. If I force it, I'll throw up, and that's even harder on the body. Can barely even drink. Had no appetite last night, either -- all I ate was 3 biscuits. Breakfast this morning gave me a much-needed jolt of blood sugar, but it's wearing out and so am I.
I do not deal with stress well. Totally wrecks me.
