Food is not comfort
 

My grandmother passed away last week, it also happened to be the third anniversary of my mom's death. TOUGH week, I don't deny it, but I still managed to lose a pound. This week, it's like I've forgotten how to eat. Watching portions, but not really paying attention to what I've eaten or counted points. Ran out at lunch to the Cheesecake Factory and thought a Snicker bar cheesecake would make me feel better, instead it literally made me sick. Ugh. I picked up a book last night and actually got so lost in it, for 90 minutes I thought about nothing but that book, it was great. Today, all I can think about is food because I think it's helping me NOT think about everything that happened last week, but I think I've finally caught on that the cheesecake didn't make me feel any better either. I suppose that's a good thing in the long run.

I'm sorry about your grandma and Mom! Don't be too hard on yourself, we all slip! Grieve and treat yourself to a massage, facial, and bubble bath!

So sorry for your loss. And, those anniversaries are tough, too. Take care of yourself. Sometimes distractions really are the best thing. Books work for me, too, but also trip planning (whether or not I take the trip) and computer games (Wii games are a bonus because I get a little exercise along with the distraction).

So sorry for your loss. You are doing amazing well to lose a pound under these circumstances.