Saturday, June 02, 2012
I've been struggling a little bit with some things in my life, one of them being simply not feeling "inspired" to workout. I also have a little case of the blues, adjusting to some changes. So for some insane reason, I found myself in the kitchen this evening, snarfing down some really high cal trail mix (well duh...could it be emotional eating?).
Oh my, it was heaven but with each bite I knew was acting directly against what the better part of me knew was in my best interest. Yet I kept taking bite after bite after bite.
Finally, frustrated with myself, I put the bag back in the cabinet...
...then I turned around, got the bag back out of the cabinet and...
...dumped the rest down the disposal, grinding it to smithereens.
I feel strangely proud for getting rid of it.
If it's not in the house, I can't eat it. No more trail mix in my house!