Well, I screwed up. I fell into old patterns. 

On Sunday night, I went to the hospital (as you know if you have been keeping up with this blog) for chest pains. I now know that I shouldn't have. I got more help from a few over-the-counter Tylenol than anything the ER gave me. Over the years, I have developed a habit of "crying wolf" and going to the hospital over nothing. This time, I had people from all angles telling me that I didn't need to go to the ER. I didn't listen. Instead, I continued pushing to go. In my defense, chest pains are never a good sign, and I did need to see a doctor, but it didn't need to be then. I recognize that I screwed up. ONE screw up in 4 WEEKS. I should get SOME credit for that.

I have a lot of anger towards the male director of this program. I understand that he is trying to motivate us to get healthy, but I wish he did so in a less intimidating way. I feel scared to do anything because I feel as though he is always going to have a problem with something.

Update: Thank you to my friend, Sam for making me a hand-knit elephant. It made me smile when I opened up the box and read the card. He is now proudly displayed on a shelf in my room here. For those of you that don't know, I collect elephants. If they are pictured with their trunks up, they are a symbol of good luck and prosperity.