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Tuesday, Jan 13 2009 - 2700. Wow, personal record.
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Tuesday, January 13, 2009
7:13 PM
2700. Wow. Personal record.
Okay, time to pay the piper. Where did it all go wrong?
The morning. The beginning of my day. Ive taken to starting the day off at work with a bite of chocolate. Then another. Then another.
By the time break came along, I was starving. The pear and pistachios just wasnt enough.
Lunch time, skipped the gym. Thought the walk would be sufficient. Thought wrong. Stopped at the deli for lunch. Couldnt see any healthy alternatives, so I ordered what I wanted. To heck with the consequences. Ill make it up at dinner Ill get in a good work out tonight. I knew I was tired. I knew I was sore. I knew I wouldnt make up for it.
Then... then the sweet, wonderful, loving husband picked me up from work; he likes seeing me happy. He wanted to take me out for dinner. Cus it makes me happy and Ive been so down lately.
I cant tell him about the black cloud of depression Ive had since mid December. He thinks depression is just a scam. That depressed people should just snap out of it. I cant snap out of it, Im drowning in it. Suffocating under a sea of thrashing blackness.
I cant blame him. I wanted it. I tried to change it. I could have insisted. I didnt. I made a week play for the safety of home, than I let him take me away. Away to a place where I knew I would have no self-control in the funk Im in.
Where did I go wrong?
1st. Being hungry. I should take some veggies and dip for when I have the insatiable munchies.
2nd go to the gym. Just go. If it is schedule that day, then I go. Its that simple.
3rd dont eat with the thought Ill make it up. If its not in the budget at that moment in time, then its not on the menu.
4th this one is hard. Stand up to my husband. I know whats right for me. I know what I need. I know what I should do. Stand up to my husband. Stand up for myself.
You know what sucks the most? I enjoyed it. I enjoyed the freedom of eating what I wanted. I enjoyed the feeling of being full. I enjoyed each and every morsel of food that passed my lips. That sucks. Ill remember that feeling. Ill want that feeling again.
7:13 PM
2700. Wow. Personal record.
Okay, time to pay the piper. Where did it all go wrong?
The morning. The beginning of my day. Ive taken to starting the day off at work with a bite of chocolate. Then another. Then another.
By the time break came along, I was starving. The pear and pistachios just wasnt enough.
Lunch time, skipped the gym. Thought the walk would be sufficient. Thought wrong. Stopped at the deli for lunch. Couldnt see any healthy alternatives, so I ordered what I wanted. To heck with the consequences. Ill make it up at dinner Ill get in a good work out tonight. I knew I was tired. I knew I was sore. I knew I wouldnt make up for it.
Then... then the sweet, wonderful, loving husband picked me up from work; he likes seeing me happy. He wanted to take me out for dinner. Cus it makes me happy and Ive been so down lately.
I cant tell him about the black cloud of depression Ive had since mid December. He thinks depression is just a scam. That depressed people should just snap out of it. I cant snap out of it, Im drowning in it. Suffocating under a sea of thrashing blackness.
I cant blame him. I wanted it. I tried to change it. I could have insisted. I didnt. I made a week play for the safety of home, than I let him take me away. Away to a place where I knew I would have no self-control in the funk Im in.
Where did I go wrong?
1st. Being hungry. I should take some veggies and dip for when I have the insatiable munchies.
2nd go to the gym. Just go. If it is schedule that day, then I go. Its that simple.
3rd dont eat with the thought Ill make it up. If its not in the budget at that moment in time, then its not on the menu.
4th this one is hard. Stand up to my husband. I know whats right for me. I know what I need. I know what I should do. Stand up to my husband. Stand up for myself.
You know what sucks the most? I enjoyed it. I enjoyed the freedom of eating what I wanted. I enjoyed the feeling of being full. I enjoyed each and every morsel of food that passed my lips. That sucks. Ill remember that feeling. Ill want that feeling again.
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