Realized last night that I've been taking too little blood pressure medication for the last two weeks. Not good...especially when the office has been an absolute nightmare and I have the doctor's appointment to check it tomorrow morning. I'm hoping that maybe the 8 pounds lost, plus all the extra exercise over the past two weeks will make up for it. We'll see, I guess.

I'm also having a small freakout today because I am unable to do any exercise at all today, the all important day before the appointment. Work kept me from walking at lunch and I have a concert with a friend tonight after work (that was booked long ago or I probably would have turned it down -- a concert without booze is going to suck!), so there will be no treadmill and Biggest Loser for me tonight. The guilt and anxiety is amazing. How sad is that I would actually much rather stay home and work out than go to a concert with my best friend? I need serious psychological help.