Wednesday, Thursday and today, I woke up with great determination to do well. I had the desire to make the best decisions possible about what to eat and drink. As I mentioned before, I took my food with me and even organized some outdoor activities to burn a few calories.
Thursday morning and this morning I was rewarded with small gains each morning. I wasn't happy, but tried to shrug it off. If grit and determination showed up on the scales I'd be anorexic. Honestly, I had the best of intentions both days. Until today, the M&M's had been my worst 'offense' eating-wise.
Then today happened. Too much to get into in such a short space. Briefly, my family lost a friend from childhood to complications of diabetes. She'd had it and and battled it since childhood. It made me want to hold on to my dear family so much more, but my two older nephews are 'leaving the nest' so to speak. I am so incredibly proud of them and their achievements. I would never ever dream of holding them back, but it saddens me to know they won't be right across town anymore.
I've known for some time that I am an emotional eater. So, that coupled with the frustrations of gains (less than a pound in two days), put me over the edge. I grazed all day. Sausage balls, pretzels, mixed nuts, and M&M's were in my hands all morning. I finally got control of myself and took one of my nephews out for a bit. It calmed me and we had a pleasant outing. I managed the rest of the day to eat well. I know that I'll have a real whopping gain in the morning. What else should I expect. I did the crime, now I do the time.
Tomorrow is another day...
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