Post Christmas Temper Tantrum

I am way behind on this posting business.....to catch up I thought I would start with today.
Maybe my 'naughty' has been buried under my 'nice' all season or maybe I am having post Christmas blues, or maybe I was just due for a good emotional venting.
After Remy kicked me out of bed at 2am I didn't stop in the kitchen for chocolate or oreos (points for me I am a nocturnal snacker) I didn't set my alarm because I knew I was working from home today and had a fairly small list of things to accomplish. #1 on my list was working out. During December I took a small sabbatical from the working out regime, too busy doing too many good things, and baking too many goodies. Truth be told I've been on a semi sabbatical since I had surgery in April, and the lbs have slowly but surely been creeping back on. Time to kick it into gear. I hopped on the scale first thing and HOLY @#?*! Wowee... hmm...well the truth hurts, but I was headed downstairs to workout.
As usual I got stopped en route to make the kids breakfast, find lost toys, get kids dressed, change diapers, start the laundry ...then Remy needed a bath but refused to sit down in the bath because his butt hurts, which I understand... but ended up yelling at him to just sit down darn it!!!!!!!!!!!...(I have to pause here because I am not usually a yelling mom). I promptly feel bad because I yelled and I pass the STUPID scale on the way out of the bathroom which only reminds me (like most days lately) I have yet to make it down-stairs to work-out. I can then here my darling hubby working away in the garage which means he is making nice progress on his list of to-do's (which only makes me more mad).
A bit of history here - As a child I could throw a tantrum with the best of them. My adult tantrums are few and far between, but usually consist of not yelling, screaming or thrashing about on the floor, but silence as I march through the house putting things away with a Fury that usually includes slamming a few drawers and tossing toys non to gently into the toy box.
Within a few minutes the hubby comes in from the garage and asks, "Is everything alright with Rems, because you seem a bit tense." Which is code word for, "What the heck is wrong with you?" I then proceed to tell him I am going to be, "freakin fat forever unless I get to work-out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Ok a little dramatic, but it got my point across. I marched around for about another 30min picking up, putting away....when I finally made it down stairs to work-out.
I had a great run, followed my 15 minutes on the bike while I listened to the first three chapters of the Book of Mormon on my ipod (you just gotta love multi-tasking)
I finished up some work things I needed to get done, fed the kids lunch and went to shower and get dressed for the day. Just to spite the scale I thought I would get on it one more time, to see just how high I could make it go. The whole "don't weigh yourself in the afternoon". Keep in mind I have had breakfast and lunch and had about 20oz of water.
Pre tantrum vs. Post tantrum I lost 3 pounds!!!! Seriously this tantrum thing must be good for the metabolism! I'm going to have to try it more often!