I noticed this week that I had a higher level of frustration than in the past two weeks that led to poor eating decisions. In other words, rather than finding the appropriate way to relieve the frustration, I ate the following: pizza, chips, lots of wine and chocolate.....not all together, mind you, but over Thursday, Friday and Saturday I felt like I was having an out-of-body experience watching myself become more and more frustrated and make more terrible food choices.
I knew the foods (and the quantities, really more about the quantities because I generally don't deprive myself of Friday night pizza!) were a mistake, but I literally could not help myself, I was like: one more bite, one more bite and I will be done...No, let me get up and have another serving instead, then I will be done...
The only positive note I can report is that I didn't eat enough to make my belly hurt, or to be uncomfortable...sure, I ate too much...but at least I didn't make myself sick like I usually do. And, at least, for this I am happy because I have come to realize that feeling sick for eating is just plain old ridiculous.
I should have made better food choices, and I should have been on the treadmill working out my frustration....but I didn't do it. I am still working on the willpower I need to both of these things. So I am here on my blog, writing to remind myself that this is a lifestyle decision and I will continue to work towards my goals, even when I slip backwards a little bit.
With that said, I'm off to exercise, I have a great motivating playlist....and let's hope I can relieve some of this frustration on my own. I plan to work myself over today!
Thanks for listening, as always! Happy Sunday!