Saturday, June 03, 2017
I've had a rough week. A rotten, taxing, marathon of a week that involved evaluating my career path and relying on loved ones for support. But I've tracked all my food, exercised comfortably and tried to take care of myself. I'm still anxious about going back to work Monday. I'm worried and tired and feeling a bit lonely.
There is a lot of change in the air for myself and lots of the people that I care about and that makes me uneasy. But I have been able to eat well and take care of myself.
A pair of dear friends took me to lunch and made me cookies. And I ate those cookies and enjoyed their company and care. I am trying very hard to eat like a "normal" person. A person who doesn't have emotionally related food issues. But there is no way I was going to reject their comfort and love just because it was wrapped up in food.
I struggle with an all or nothing approach to dieting. Either I'm perfect or I say to hell with it and comfort eat with abandon. A billion people have said this before, but I am trying my best to find balance.