When pep talks don't work
Saturday, April 04, 2009
I've been slacking - or rather, yesterday I gave up and had no-salt potato chips with a leftover-steak sandwich - and granola snack. Turns out I was only over my cals by about 16, and I went down a few lbs from the previous day. (I'm up an down, mostly water weight.)
DH and I talk twice daily, but I still feel like I should be up there with him at the funeral. Although he and his friend's sons (his 4 godsons) are all going to a NYC place they love, to have hamburgers in memory of Eric. (We were supposed to meet him there next weekend, when we're in NYC after Pesach with family in Phl.)
I think I'm depressed. I did a little retail therapy this morning, followed by a chocolate cookie and iced coffee. I'm cutting myself some slack. But this never lasts very long, so I'm just going with the flow at the moment.
Besides, I need to finish vacuuming my office - it's been windy, all kind of stuff has blown in. More than the rest of the apt put together!
And I'm making black beans and rice, with chicken, and fresh homemade salsa for dinner - so my cals should come in okay, even if I'm over on cholesterol. Some days are like that.