Came so close yesterday to checking out for the day into a food coma. I did end up going back to bed for a nice 2 hour nap. Woke up and started to the fridge again. Decided staying home wasn't in my best interest, so I headed out to my daughter's on spent the afternoon there. We had lots of fun, I took the boys to the library and for McD's ice cream cone, extra small. The adults played Yahtzee and Scatagories and just had a good time. I didn't make it to church. I will so glad when my church starts at 9am. 6 more weeks! By 1 pm I have talked (or ate) myself out it. Not proud of that, but that's the way it is.
It's weigh in day at WW. I almost hate to weigh, it's like the number is going to make or break my day. I hate that I "allow" myself to be RULED like that. I am not going to go to WW at noon, like I did last week. I haven't been staying or going to my regular Monday night meeting, and that is all part of success. I want to weigh earlier (noon) so that I can eat after I weigh. STUPID! This isn't about the number on the scale...really......but damn it I can sure make it seem that way.
I had 3 days off work, and I so wish I had 3 more! I am feeling bratty again today. I know it's not all sunshine and rainbows ( that made me laugh, Roxie) but I hate feeling like this. I remember this to shall pass. I need to be positive! I need to be grateful.....and I am. (deep sigh) ok I will work on it.
keep the mood and the food real................