Satan sucks

I feel lately like he has asked God to "sift me like wheat". I guess that means you all need to pray for me that my faith will be strengthened so I can rebound and encourage the brethren... I haven't been sleeping well, nor feeling the greatest thanks to my allergies.

Work has been very stressful again lately, but my attitude has been better, so it hasn't seemed so bad. But I really reached the breaking point several times the last week or two... I know getting angry doesn't help my witness to my co-workers, so I feel even worse about the whole thing. It's just very hard to keep my cool when preventable issues keep making things way too complicated or intense. It's also difficult to take a break from it all when my boss takes the half day of intended vacation hours I took and makes me work them on another day...

Then comes the whole diet/exercise plan to get in shape for the wedding... It's never really gotten off the gound, and there seem to be no end to the dirty tricks to sabotage it. Now that I have fairly completely removed the temptations from my apartment, we went from rarely having junk food around at work except during holidays to almost daily batches of cookies, brownies, rice krispie treats... I have zero willpower. I also have very little time or energy to work out with how work drains time and strength. Then I went to the doctor and got the depressing news that I'm supposed to be working out 45 minutes 5 times per week. Tonight I finally decided to go work on that, and I couldn't even get into the clubhouse to use the fitness room. I used every code I've ever been given on the keypad, and none of them worked. GRRR!! I feel doomed to be a fat, sloppy bride...

On the bright side, I still have 3 months (minus one day) to make a difference. Hopefully I can get into the clubhouse at some point before then... Mom is supposedly sending me a workout video, too, so that should help. I should call her and make sure she actually sent it. And I need to go buy groceries. Here's hoping the store isn't stuffed full of late Easter meal shoppers.