This week, life happened. My balancing act has toppled and I’m trying to pick up the pieces. I’ve really struggled this week, and as much as I am trying to stick to my diet, I find myself cheating a little bit here and there, and then justifying it with lame excuses. I’m learning that I’m a veryemotional eater, and have a REALLY hard time saying “no” to junk food when I’m feeling down. My bad food choices turn into a downward spiral, and it gets harder and harder to make good choices after I give in to that first bad one. It’s also harder because I haven’t been to the gym as much. I wouldn’t want to work out hard just to cancel it with some bad food, so I stayed away from the bad foods.
I’m not able to go to the gym everyday like I did in the summer, and now I’m starting to see how I ended up as big as I was. I work some kind of long days, and then I come home, eat, and watch TV and sleep. I just don’t feel like doing anything else. Grab and go foods are too easy, a quick run through the drive through, or a microwave meal for lunch. I have a lot on my mind lately when I go to sleep, which makes it hard to sleep, and then I wake up the next day with very little energy and even less motivation to go and workout.
I know what I need to do, but doing it is hard. It’s kind of an “actions speak louder than words” situation. I keep saying that I want to be healthier, and I’ve definitely made some big steps in the right direction. I just need to stay on the planned route, and quit making so many pit stops. I know I’ll get there eventually, but it’s a long trip, and sometimes I want to just hang out at one of the rest areas when I should just keep going.