I stopped after 2 bites
Today is the first day being on plan w/o the pressure of having a perfect week. I have to be honest, it was tempting to go for it again. I like the security of having a regimented plan and allowing even a little bit of freedom is scary. There were no real temptations until lunch when a guy brought some leftover olive dip from a party this weekend. I love olives and even though I wanted to try it (his wife should be a gourmet cook) at first I told myself no. Then I reminded myself that I didn’t have to be perfect and actually made myself eat a bit w/a cracker. OMG, it was heaven. So I took a 2nd cracker and loaded it with dip. I could have easily eaten the rest of the bowl but I walked back over to my seat and just enjoyed the conversation. This, in all honesty, is probably a bigger accomplishment than having a perfect week last week.
After school I was late getting to the gym b/c I had to stop and break up a fight on a street by our school. I get so frustrated by families that regularly raise violent kids; it seems like the same kids in the same families cause the majority of the problems. Yet it’s these parents who are the first to blame their child’s difficulties in school on us. I’m not dogging on parents, I am one, and if you read my postings last week I do not claim AT ALL to have a perfect child. But if he’s beating up kids after school you can bet that I will not give a rat’s a$$ about the excuses he offers. But I digress..the gym. I used my anger to pump out some extra weight and get in 45 minutes on the treadclimber. Then I came home 15 minutes early and hung out w/my son. It seems to be working.
One last little thing…I get an email newsletter from a dietician who also offers motivation and what she wrote today was so good that I wanted to share it. The topic was all about being fearful of trying yet another diet after failing so many times. She recommends pinpointing the fear and creating a plan to overcome it. Nothing new there. But then she suggested visualizing writing that fear on a whiteboard/chalkboard and then erasing it. I don’t know why but that image is really powerful for me.
Progress toward workout goal: 52/250
No, I wasn’t buried under piles and piles of clothes. I have to admit, however, that I’m glad I didn’t have to make a decision about whether to hang on to my grandkids, DH, or my new clothes during the windstorm. DH and the grandkids might have gotten their feelings hurt!