Two months in, I have been doing really well. Losing an average of 2lbs a week for a grand total of 20lbs. That's halfway to my goal! I have been eating healthy and working out daily. Not too shabby, right?
So why did I have to go and try to mess it up yesterday?
I have seldom been what I would call an emotional eater, but that seems to fit.
I had a disastrous shift at work, on top of that, some of the other staff where talking about my weight loss,
and someone had to chime in with " Oh, you will gain it all back in no time, just look at what happened to Oprah." (Some people just can not be happy about someone else's success)
On a good day, this would not have fazed me, and I am sure I have heard more positive comments then negative ones, but sometimes when you are feeling low it is the negative ones that stick.
I came home feeling burnt out, and for some reason famished.
That almost never happens. Normally I would sleep awhile and eat when I woke up. I thought O.k., I will have some breakfast and then I can work out before I got to sleep.
Instead I ate my larger than usual breakfast
at the computer while checking e-mails
and puttering around on SP, and by the time I was done with that I was falling asleep
at the computer. I decided I should sleep for a while, I set my alarm for 12:00 thinking I would get up in a few hours and then work off my breakfast.
For some reason the alarm did not go off. 6pm I woke up, angry with myself.
I did manage to get in a low key bike ride. When I came back I made dinner and ate with my family,
a little bigger meal than usual, but I was not doing too bad. Then later I got into a stupid and pointless argument with my husband about something stupid and pointless,
and after that all hell broke lose.
He when to bed, I stayed up.(seeing how I work nights, I often can not sleep on my nights off)
Time I would have usually spent working out or doing something generally useful, I instead spent feeling sorry for myself.
Perhaps it was self punishment, eventually, I found my way to the kitchen...
and the fridge...
and the cupboards...
In my defense, I really did not completely lose it. I nibbled here and there, but it was not exactly an all out binge. I felt awful about it afterward all the same.
Now I think it is time I took my favorite piece of advise I picked up on this site, advise I have been passing on to those who find themselves in similar situations.
ONE STEP BACK, TWO STEPS FORWARD!
So, I had a bit of a setback.
Am I going to let that stop me, or even slow me down?
In light of how far I have come, that would be beyond foolish.
Today is a new day and a fresh start!
I am going to do this, and I am going to see it through!