From clumpy chick to chic chic

And eat and eat and eat.  I just feel stressed today, stress triggers eating, so I want to eat.

I sit here trying to distract myself.  I made a snack of cheese, broccoli, and rice.  Not the best choice, but easy.  Better than chocolate.

The thing is, there is nothing to be really that stressed about.  Joshua is sick, but has perked up.  Elijah is Elijah.  How I wish he would nap.  I resent that he won’t.  That sure sucks to say, but it’s true.  I need to clean, and I don’t want to.  It’s a bright sunny day, and all I want to do is lounge around.  I feel anxious and itchy in my own skin.  I need to turn off the computer and get away, and yet I feel myself getting sucked in.  I should just go fold my clothes, not that I want to.

Deep breath.

Breathe in breathe out, breathe in breathe out.

I got my workout in today, I have logged in all my food.  I have about 1000 more calories that I can eat today, I WILL have a healthy dinner.  I will get up and clean.  I will not yell at the sick kid hanging on me, even though it’s making me nutty.