This is part whine/part plea/part confession...not my usual MO, but I guess we all have it in us somewhere.
Of late things have been rough personally - I lost two of my three (admittedly old) cats this month, and yesterday my good (not that old - 60) friend passed unexpectedly. My weight has been stalled. And some other stuff. I have not (I hate to confess this) exercised or used my food log regularly for a few weeks.
This is unlike me - before this I haven't missed a day on my food log since January even if I had to go back and fill it in after a non-internet day, and exercise is one of my non-negotiables even amidst the chaos of daily life.
Yesterday I decided that, for a few hours, I just didn't care. I had pizza with the boys (2 slices), chips, ice cream for dessert. Could eat only a fraction of what I would have eaten at one time and then had a belly ache all night. Ewww...
Comfort food doesn't seem to work the way it used to.
Now, I don't feel like I'm in any real danger of eating my head off today - I still feel pretty grody -but really I'm just concerned. I'm in a bad place and I suppose I could use some moral support to help out. And maybe a challenge of some kind so I can brush up on my accountability for the next few weeks.
/end of pity party
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