Friday, November 5, 2010
This is me, I'm on a weight loss teeter totter and I can't seem to get off. Somehow I continue to exist in that no man's land, where I'm not completely and totally out of control, but i'm certainly not IN control either. I. HAVE. TO. GET. IT. TOGETHER. All the way together. Not mostly together with a side of cake and french fries. Together.
It's confession time. Confessions are good for the soul, right? I hope so! So, here we go. In all honesty, I'm typing this post after I visited our company bake sale and consumed 3 coconut cookies.....and bought raffle tickets for a cake. Yeah....I have no excuses, they were just bad choices, tasty bad choices, but bad choices nonetheless. Also, last night was the first night in a week that I've cooked. We've had a lot of takeout and sandwiches. I do have a slight excuse for this. My shoulder is still killing me with no relief in sight. Some nights I just don't have it in me. The truth is, though, that some nights I do and I just haven't done it. So, in case I haven't mentioned it before, I have to get it together.
I've really noticed an interesting trend here with my out-of-controlness (haha, like that new word?). When i'm really in control eating-wise, I do better in all other aspects too. I'm better at housekeeping, exercising, working, parenting, etc. Looking around right now, I feel very overwhelmed at all that needs to be done. My house needs cleaning, body needs thinning, documents need writing, clothes need washing, grass needs cutting, etc, etc, etc. When I start to feel overwhelmed like this, I tend to shut down because I don't know where to start. I need to start. I have to get it together. Now.