This day started off like any other. I had breakfast. Thought about taking a shower, then passed on that idea (too much work). Got dressed. Brushed my teeth. And left to get my friends niece so that I could watch her for the day. We played and ate and slept and ate some more and played and slept (she gets to eat WAY more then I do, so not fair). After my friend came to pick her up, some how I transitioned from being mellow to the devil lady. I was snippy, and moody, and short fused, and had zero tolerance. Oh and I was down right negative! I have no idea who or what took over my body. I wanted to eat everything, I cried and then snapped at my mom, when she snapped at me on the phone (she was having a bad day herself ) and I was short with my life coach who I was helping with some work things. Remember that disclaimer from a few days ago (the one about me starting my period) well I forgot the PMS part. But I was promptly put in my place. Stupid PMS. I called my mom back and apologized to her for nearly chewing off her head. I apologized to my life coach for being short and I put myself in time out. What I really wanted was some comfort food. Food makes me feel better. Dulls the pain, and makes me feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside. Out of luck Angela this is a "no comfort food zone!" This is a "get in touch with your feelings and deal with crap" zone. (Did I mention that I don't really like those kinds of zones). What I really want is for you to get me a sandwhich and a bag of salt and vinegar potato chips. If you know whats good for you, you will follow my orders or pay the consequences. Well, no one listened to me, my life coach had to keep herself from laughing outloud at me, so I put myself back in time out.
Finally the stars started to align, my tolerance level went up to about a 4 and I was at least able to interact with people in a more civilize manner. This was a day, I probably should have just gone back to bed and pretended it never happened. I will have you know, that I didn't leave the house to get something to eat. I didn't root through every cupboard or drawer looking for something to eat nor did I tear through anyones room looking for anything that might resemble comfort food. I put myself in time out. Then once I felt I could leave time out I kept quiet and sulked to myself, but I made it. Gosh in the moment I feel so weak but when I look back on it later/the next day I feel more and more empowered.
Take that stupid comfort food. I wanted you to envelop me in your warm and loving arms, but instead I turned to my life coach and she enveloped me in her warm and loving arms. That kind of embrace feels so much better then a food embrace, and it doesn't make me fat either!
Love Angela
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