I called in sick to work today. To my credit I did have a headache, but mostly I was just feeling grouchy and was in no mood to deal with the abundance of office politics and hurt feelings that are breeding like bunnies in my office. So I took Ri to school and put myself back to bed for most of the day.
Breakfast - egg salad (2 hb eggs mashed with dijonaise) and 40cal toast
Lunch - Sweet and spicy tuna, brussels, orange slices
Dinner - 3 slices of pizza and a coke
oi - what happened?
Why is it that I always fall apart after 6pm. I was good as gold all day and then....I pick Riley up and head to work for an evening meeting, he pees all over himself, I return home for a change of clothes, head back to the meeting, get chewed out by my volunteers for a situation I had absolutely no control over, head home, Ri poops all over himself, the carseat, smeers it on the window and by the time I finally get him cleaned off and in bed I have suddenly eaten three pieces of cold pizza and not even realized what I was doing.
Dieting is easy when life is easy. Problem is, life has a very short attention span when it comes to being easy. Anyone can eat well when everything is in order. Eating well when your broken down Saturn is covered in baby shit is a whole other animal.
Part of my problem is that I think too much about the big picture. I am fixated on reaching my goal weight by next fall - and when you think about the big picture it is easy to let the day to day stuff slide. I need to adjust my vision and concentrate on taking it one day at a time. So this is my promise for tomorrow: No matter what, come baby poo or migraines, or unexpected bills I will eat 100% on program.
Wish me luck!
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You can do it!! Just remember that photo of your old self or carry it around with you. Go for a walk. Call me collect! Just don't give up and stop feeling guilty about stupid yesterday and stupid pizza. It's over with.
Yay, Megan!! Keep it up!
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