Sunday, January 13, 2013
I've never seen myself as a success story regarding weight loss. Never. Yes, I've lost 182#, but I tend to focus on the 70 or so excess pounds still to go. I'm kind of a glass half empty kind of girl.
However, my blog post "WHY I am doing this" received an unexpected and amazing response. And I have read and cherished every single comment. Every one. And I was shocked at how many times people called my story one of success. It gave me a lot to think about this past week.
But here's the deal... even those of us that have lost large amounts of weight successfully have bad days and struggle at times. Yesterday was one of those days for me. I did well in the morning, making smart food choices. But as the day wore on, my frustration with my husband and my unending "to do" list became overwhelming. Then he went to work for 10 hours and left me with our 4 year old (and my parents for a while). My dad was preoccupied with a game. My mom's dementia/forgetfulness was particularly trying, my 4 year old got ink all over her hand, etc., etc., etc. I felt like I was going to break.
I got my parents fed and sent back to their house across the street. I got my daughter fed, bathed, and in bed. I got the ink cleaned up from random places it had landed. I sat down and felt the overwhelming frustration.
And then I went to the kitchen and took my frustration out on myself with cinnamon rolls.
I read a blogger here on SP once equate these falls with getting a traffic ticket. If you get a ticket, do you spend the rest of the day running red lights and speeding? No. So why does a diet slip up avalanche into a full day/week/month/year of bad choices??? It doesn't have to.
Today I'm doing better. I have some spiced up veggies roasting in the oven for lunch as I type this. Hubby is home today and spending some MUCH needed time with the little person, allowing me a bit of time to decompress. And life goes on.
Without the cinnamon rolls.