Sunday, July 23, 2017
These last few months have been a bit of a nightmare: I was doing well cutting back on sugar for a whole five days when YET ANOTHER FREAKING BOMBSHELL was dropped on me and once again I turned to food and sugar. I decided that was it, I was going for professional help with my problems. Which would have been a great idea, except that my insurance will only pay for a doctor to prescribe pills, and the antidepressant he prescribed made me sick as a dog. I suppose I could lose weight that way, but I'm beyond tired of feeling sick.
I'm trying not to be superstitious about stating my intentions to eat better and get more exercise. Surely writing my intentions can't jinx me, right? It's just another challenging year added to a string of other challenging years, and I dealt with them so I guess I can deal with this. And, I'm trying to embrace the philosophy of "fall down nine times, get up ten" which is totally new for me. I'm naturally a bit pessimistic and a bit cynical and I have an excellent track record of giving up instead of continuing to fight. I'm hoping to change that.
I went grocery shopping with an eye towards eating healthier this next week, and I'm crossing my fingers, making a wish, and hoping for an easier time in the future. Who knows, maybe I'll be lucky this time.