Second Day and Going Strong

Greetings World!

Well, I have made it through my second day back and I'm doing well. I ate within my calorie range today and popped everything I ate into my "Lose It" program and actually, I still have 199 calories left for the day, although I won't be using them.

I do want to toot my own horn for a moment, too. 

Part of what got me to this crazy amount of weight is comfort eating. Way, way, way too much comfort eating. I think many of us can relate to that one, can't we? I'll be going through a difficult emotional time - or maybe I just had a long and boring day at work - or hell, maybe I just heard a song on the radio that got me feeling all depressed and funky, and suddenly, I'm comforting myself with chips or cheese and crackers, or some sweet treat I have a real weakness for. 

I know I'm not alone in this one.

And sometimes even as I'm doing it, I'll be thinking to myself, "You need to knock this shit off." But that's generally immediately followed by the rebellious voice inside that says, "this piece of pie (or gallon of ice cream or whatever) isn't going to change things all that much. Even if you don't eat it, you'll still wake up tomorrow the size of a cow. So, feel better now and get back on track tomorrow." 

And so it goes. And days turn into weeks and weeks into months and months into years and there's still always tomorrow.

Well, today, I could have done just that...AGAIN. I had the perfect storm for it, really. It's "Pie Day" after all. (You know...Pi...3.14 etc.) So how did my roommate (my daughter's father is our roommate - we were married for almost 15 years as great friends and although we are divorced now, it never changed our friendship...a long story for another time) went out to the grocery store with our daughter and brought back two pies - a chocolate silk and a banana cream (which is my personal weakness). Isn't that helpful? So...yeah, here I am still reeling emotionally from the major blow I've just been through, and they bring in two sweet, creamy pies.

I'll be straight up and say that in the past, I could easily have just sat right down and eaten an entire pie while watching something fun on TV. (Like, say, The Biggest Loser! lol) But I looked at the calorie counts on the box and said, "Nope - ain't happening." And I haven't touched them except to put the lid back on one of them after my daughter got herself a piece. I just stuck with my plan and behaved myself. I don't need pie. I need my fat ass to go away.

So, I call it a victory and I'm proud of myself. And tomorrow, I will do the same - or even better.

One last thing - I noticed that I even had a few people reading my journal today. That's pretty cool. Thank you!

Blessings,

Witchymom