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Something hasn't been right with me all day. I've had a terrible headache, and I've felt a teensy bit nauseated. 

Pregnancy is not even remotely a suspect, so get that right out of your heads.

Last night I had a bad ending to my night. It was kind of weird, actually. I (very naughtily) had a late Pepsi, along with some crackers. I started to feel yucky (this particular Pepsi was not the first for the day) and a blog post that I read as I drank the Pepsi made me think about things. So, I was feeling yucky in my tummy and yucky in my heart and head.

I'm being obvoxiously vague. I know it, and I'm very sorry. I'm kind of thinking out loud. Or...still in my head, but on the internet? Very annoying of me. 

I was thinking about these things, things that were hard to think about. Hard because it was like someone I didn't know was shining a light on me and calling out,"Okay, which habit/mistake/bad decision are we going to talk about first here?!"

I started to cry and I couldn't stop. And I don't even know why. I just felt all shaken up. I felt anxiety and fear about my doctor's appointment from earlier in the day. I felt guilty for leaving so many things undone around the house, and for the literal mountains of dirty laundry that have accumulated. And the Pepsi had not helped matters. I was despairing. And the funny thing is, I had just spoken with the nurse practitioner at my appointment about my struggle with depression. I said,"For the last couple of years, it has been manageable." And I totally meant it.

Then, BAM! Uncontrollable tears! Sadness and woe! What the heck?! 

Hormones are so awesome. (No, no they're not. They're a pain.)

After that wacko evening, I was determined to make changes today. So, today is Day 1: no soda, no candy. I won't lie. I had Lucky Charms for a snack after dinner tonight. But...it has vitamins and minerals. So...what I'm saying is I didn't eat 27 mini-Snickers today. Not even one, actually. And I can't say that today was great, because, as I said before, I have felt weird all day. (Mike is sick, so it's entirely possible that it's in my head, and I'm psyching myself out. Hello, hypochondria! Good times.) Maybe it's partly my body's reaction to cutting out a huge portion of what it has gotten accustomed to taking in in a day. Hopefully tomorrow will be better?

I want to end on a happy note, and I can't think of a better way than to share this song with you. We hear it on the radio and there is not a head that isn't bobbing, nor a mouth that isn't smiling. And, I'll confess, there might be some teary eyes (but...I just can't help it. Apparently, I'm a crier.)