Deep breath.....new resolve. Good morning monday, how are you today? Me, I am doing pretty good. I woke up with a spring in my step and a pretty decent attitude (shocking I know, I am such a surly person naturally.....). I started my day with a little bit of facebook (yes, I LOVE my facebook). I had to check my cafe and make some new food for my patrons to consume. I love my cafe I live vicariously through it. I get to cook most of the things I like to eat and yet I don't get any of the fat, calories, or gain any weight from it. Best game ever!
I spent a most of today going through boxes. I kept myself busy so that I didn't spend my day thinking about the fridge and what was in it. I was able to let go of some more things. Yeah, for those who are going to come by on friday for our garage sale! My junk will be someone else's treasure. (oh it is so hard for me to refer to my stuff as junk, I just love it all so much. I must not love it enough though because I am willing to part with it for the greater good.) I feel that I made a lot of progress and I feel very positive about what I accomplished. Sad part of the day though, I put my back out. Stink...I just hate that, I was able to get the boxes back in the garage but that was as far as I got. I made it upstairs to the advil jar and my bed.
You better believe though, when I heard the "food bell" (my life coach calling up the stairs) I risked more pain to drag myself down to the dinner table. I will have you know I was not about to miss my dinner just because of a little back pain (ok, honestly though, it was A LOT of back pain) but I risked further injury so I could eat!
I did really well up until about an hour ago. I decided that I needed to eat. Did I get a medifast meal like I was suppose to? No, I went for the fridge and had a piece of cheese and some lunch meat and a small piece of steak from dinner a few nights ago. Then, I decided it was a brilliant idea to get on the scale. WHAT WAS I THINKING!!??!?! Really, Angela Really! Of couse I was setting myself up for dissappointment. Who would actually think that the scale would go down at 9 o'clock at night while holding a piece of steak in my hand. Guess I wanted permission to eat more...dissappointment and self loathing leads right down the path of emotional eating. But, I didn't. Instead I opened up my laptop and blogged about it.
That being said I am taking myself up to bed. I don't trust myself to be down here where I can hear the food fairies calling me from the fridge and pantry! Guess what food fairies I don't believe in mystical creatures, so "la la la I CAN'T HEAR YOU!
Love Angela
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