what happens when i travel...

i am a walking ball of crazy, moreso than the usual level of crazy. the reason: my routine got screwed up.

i am one of those strange creatures of habit. the kind that gets up at the exact same time every day, has a very strict shower routine (shampoo, body wash, conditioner, face wash), feels late if she's at work later than 7:40 AM, and pretty much knows what's on the calendar for any given day. this week, however, i hit a huge snag, and it's thrown me totally off kilter.

the snag - i traveled for work. went to a conference in vegas for 3 days. stayed at caesar's palace. it was ridic.

big deal, i know. but somehow, it was enough to knock me out of alignment, and i'm having a hard time getting back to my schedule. not being on schedule stresses me out, which causes me not to pay attention to my snacking habits, and leads me on the dangerous chocolate path. today is the first day in a week that i feel semi in-control again, and i need to make sure i stay in control the rest of the week.

when the stars go blue

i've been on an uber emotional rollercoaster this week - and there's been nothing really to prompt it other than hormones. i'm not quite sure what the deal is; i'm eating right, and exercising, but for whatever reason, i've been extremely lonely, irritable, and just plain down for the last 3 or 4 days. i don't really want to be around anyone, but i crave attention. i'm being super productive at work, but feel like i'm not accomplishing anything. there's nothing out of the ordinary happening, but i feel super stressed out.

i hate feeling like this. i'm feeling stuck - i know that my feelings are illogical and irrational, but i just can't seem to shake them. and that makes me even more irritable and sad. what's my deal?

gah.