Wanting to Scream

I just had one of those ‘argh, I am huge’ moments in the bathroom here at work. Although I am totally stoked about losing twenty-three pounds so far, I have a long way to go before my ‘first’ goal of losing eighty-one pounds by November. It’s ‘weighing’ on me and becoming an issue because I’m feeling the stress this morning from a few sources:

1. I’ve been working on the same damn project @ work since July. Can we say tedious?

2. A co-worker of mine is hassling me about a freelance project via instant messenger. She’s trying to bring on a client and has no idea what to do or how to do it. I don’t mind helping, but I don’t have the time to hold her hand right now. She sits five feet from me and knows full well that I am swamped. Selfish?

3. A former co-worker of mine failed to respond to a proposal last night for reasons unknown to my feeble brain. I need him to pull through because it will fetch us a pretty penny.

4. A friend of mine is obsessing about cardio and yoga in our instant message conversation even though she weighs a total of 102 pounds. This is pissing me off GREATLY. If she were here, I would punch her in the eye. Twice.

5. Birthday dinner and drinks tonight for a friend @ a our favorite faux Mexican place downtown . I’m not so much worried about food, but rather, worried about the gallons of frozen margaritas I tend to throw back with ease. It is customary for me to devour an entire pitcher by myself in ten minutes. Whatever shall I do?

6. I need to bust ass home after work to workout before I go out and I don’t feel like it (at the moment, anyhow).

7. My knee kind of hurts

ARGH. I want to scream.