HYC: Week 3

Well, most of last week was good. I worked out five days out of seven, with double work outs (after dinner walks) on three of those days. Unfortunately, I was feeling awful Friday and decided to sit it out. As usual, the weekend was packed, so aside from an hour or so of house cleaning/tidying/running errands Saturday and cooking for eight on Sunday, I didn't get much "exercise" done. I did manage to drink eight glasses of water both days and only had one pop a day, so not too bad. As well, aside from birthday dessert on Sunday (and Monday... *sigh*) I haven't eaten anything after dinner!

Starting last Wednesday, I started going through some... stuff. Stuff difficult enough to spur to action in calling my doctor to make an appointment (this Thursday). And then more stuff piled on top of that stuff, and then MORE on top of THAT. While things have levelled out somewhat, I've been left feeling just... off. Unfortunately, that has left me feeling both anxious and off-kilter, resulting in my typical emotional eating.

Dinner on Sunday was for Chebbar's grandmother's birthday. As such, there was both an apple pie and a marble fudge cake. I had planned on a piece of cake and didn't worry about it; however, I followed it up with a handful of gummi bears later that night. And last night? Another piece of cake (followed by another damned handful of gummi bears). While I'm in the middle of one of my emotional chow-downs, the only way I can describe it is rebellious, all "I'm gonna EAT this and I don't care! SO THERE!" Of course, the next day, I start to beat myself up: why did you DO that?!? You didn't NEEEEED to! And in typical fashion, instead of looking at it as today being my fresh start, I'm back to my all-or-nothing, success-or-failure mindset of "well, I blew THIS week."

Blargh. Onwards and upwards, right?