Day 7 -- flip-flopping

I vacillate wildly between noble intentions and flat-out resignation; between inspirational notions and defeatist attitudes. This week has been hard, going back to work--plus:

• Taking the cat back to the vet for an ear re-check (and coming home with more meds to administer, twice daily);
• Taking the baby to the public health clinic for her first full round of vaccinations (because we found out our insurance doesn't cover them--and don't get me started about my immunizations misgivings);
• Going to the dentist for a filling replacement, then returning to the dentist when part of said filling came loose;
• Having our neighbors over for dinner for the first time since they moved in next door to us 3 1/2 years ago (and actually, this is the first time we've ever had any of our neighbors over for a meal since we moved here almost 8 years ago);
• Not making it to the optometrist to pick up my contacts, which have been ready and waiting for me since last Monday (10 days ago).

Weight loss, when needed, is a good goal; but this week I just don't care about it enough to do the work.