Indian for dinner

Ha, it's like a vicious cycle really. I went to the gym (worked amazingly hard, I really liked the way the substitute gym instructor counted really difficult things down so that I pushed myself harder). I sweated awesomely (I know that's eww, but seriously - I sweated awesomely). Then as my fiance and I walked home I said 'I really feel like Indian, but we ate out last night.' My fiance (Luke), was like 'yeah I could do that.' So we had Indian!!! I think I was good, but I'm not sure. I tried to follow the weight watchers 'eat tomato based things' rule. So hopefully I did okay - I had 9.5 points left so I'm sure I did ok. I had Malai Kofta which is cheese based, but not a whole heap and I didn't eat all the sauce so hopefully I didn't over indulge.

I've had a pretty bad week this week. It's one of those can't get motivated at work weeks, mostly ruined by neighbours keeping me awake on Monday night until 5 am (had to go to work at 8), got blamed for something I didn't do (person was trying to cover their own arse and so I got the brunt of it - easier to blame someone on the other side of the world), someone  I know died, I was disowned by someone I thought I was friends with - I have no idea why she just suddenly deleted me from all her online shenanigans... I don't think I said anything bad, and well the weight gain just seemed to break the camels back. I spent an hour crying yesterday and feel like crying again (it's 3am since my neighbours woke me up again), but I think I'm okay.

So really I am reassessing myself. Trying to improve things in my life. Re-establish my goals. There is an online goal planner called 43 things, so I'm just entering in what I want to achieve from my life, giving myself goals. Hmm I suspect A LOT of it is going to be travelling stuff. I can't wait to travel again!