Wow. I AM a stress eater.
Doesn’t matter how many times I get to where I want to be. How many times I work my fanny off and exercise and eat healthy — when stress comes around, I eat. I sabotage. I blow it all to heck. And I give up on myself pretty dang easily.
Even though I had gotten down to 142 and felt awesome, I started eating the day Becky called me at five in the morning and told me they were on their way to the University of Utah. And I’ve been eating ever since. Hence: 8 pounds! She lost 8 pounds. I found them!!!
Also hence: self-annihilation.
No. It’s not like I’m suicidal or anything but I’m always amazed and disappointed at how quickly I turn on myself. I say awful things to myself. I can barely look in the mirror. All the old tapes start playing.
If there were a DISLIKE button on here I’d be pushing it!!! Dislike ME!
I know I’ve got to turn this around.
Yesterday I did exercise and I ate fairly healthy. I got in 9 fruits and veggies. I didn’t stuff myself while sitting on the couch watching TV last night. I was able to stop myself for a few hours. This morning I did some speed-walking for about fifteen minutes. And I plan to lift later.
What I really need is some friendly competition.
148 this morning. Double Ugh!