Thursday, July 19, 2018
The scale is not my friend today. I only lost two pounds. I know that is something to be happy about, but I have not been my own friend recently. I ate things I should not have. In amounts I definitely should not have. Not all at once, spread out over the day... and night. I've got to stop. It's emotional eating. So difficult to stop doing that. Having Hope (puppy) doesn't help because then I'm up in the middle of the night a lot. But I love her, and this is just a stage, we will get through it. I hope.
This is us. She is aggravating aka trying to play with Pickles, the family dog (corgi/beagle mix) right now. They actually played together for a while yesterday, it was so cute. Part of it was just them racing around the living room the other part they played tug-of-war with DH.
I've been letting the lack of sleep and current depression get me down. I've got to, as DH says, push through. I know that is easier said than done. I'm so depressed I don't want to get out of bed, but waking up to she Hope curled around DH's head and licking his forehead and DH laughing and asking what she is doing helps get me up. Mind you that was at 0230. I'm tired.
So tomorrow I'm keeping my alarm set instead of turning it off. Making tea instead of coffee. Taking a tylenol for my headache I'll get from not enough sleep instead of going back to bed. I'll do my usual routine of working out in the morning and drinking a shake. I just have to add in my new routine with Hope, training her and playing with her and bonding. Which by the way is going great. She will sit and down for a treat.
I'm hoping tomorrow I can push through. I'm not going to expect myself to get everything done, but I can try to get the basics done.