Time to suck it up!
First, a public service announcement…. I am SUPER crabby tonight.
I’m not really sure why. Today hasn’t been particularly bad. I’m not trapped in a country music song, no one ran over my dog while repossessing my pick up after my love ran away with the driver of the milk truck…
Most of my day was great. I got a lot accomplished at the house, had fun with Jack, got to visit with my bro and Arjan before they left for Holland, and did a tie dye project with Anthony’s second grade class. It started to go downhill when we decided to go to the gym as a family. This is something we did last night with great success. Anthony played with Jack in the kids club, and they had a lot of fun.. Unfortunately, tonight a few of Anthony’s friends were in the club, so he wanted nothing to do with playing with his little bro. Which left Jack freaking out for 20 min, the cut off for the kids club staff. I got pulled off the elliptical machine with 15 min left in my work out. Grrrrrrrrr.
We had asked Anthony to stay with his bro until he got comfortable in the club. Before yesterday Jack hadn’t been in months, so he is a little upset when we first walk in. Once he starts playing he is fine. Since AJ bailed on him before he got comfortable, he just screamed the whole time. NOT awesome.
Of course the minute I came in he was fine, then Anthony started pouting about having to leave the club. AHHHHHHHHH!
It was one of those evenings where everything took twice as long as it should have, Curtis and I didn’t see eye to eye on parenting decisions, and no one was listening to anyone else. So, I’m grouchy. I’ll get over it.
The original topic for tonight actually ties into this (somewhat). I wanted to talk about relapse recovery. Also known as suck it up and move on!
So I will confess, yesterday was NOT an impressive day from a nutritional standpoint. My lunch? Harvest Cheddar Sunchips and Salsa. NOT AWESOME. The funny thing is that I was actually pretty good over the weekend, even with the wedding and all the company and parties.
So why blow it yesterday? I just felt like eating badly. No great reason. I wanted chips. I wanted to be able to just eat whatever I want. There was lots of tempting food in the house as a result of the weekend celebrations. I just said “the hell with it.”
So I needed to accept it. I screwed up. I didn’t stick to my plan. But guess what? It Happens! We can’t be perfect all the time. The secret is not to let one meal or one day of disaster derail all of your progress. You can’t beat yourself up, because if you are anything like me, browbeating will only lead to one thing, more bad eating. So I pushed hard to get back into the rhythm today. I also took accountability for yesterday and counted every calorie that I ate, AND I still got on the scale this am.
It’s like a slap in the face to see that number creep back up, even when it’s just one or two pounds. It made me feel like I am working WAY too hard to let it slip away, AGAIN.
Even though I am feeling like The Grinch tonight, I sucked it up and did a SECOND workout after getting the kids settled in to make up for getting pulled off of the machines, had a shower and am working on a change of attitude and am actively NOT eating.
So here I am, hiding in my room, away from the food, away from my husband (aka an almost certain argument because of my mood) and am spilling my guts onto this screen. Trying to get back to my happy, PRODUCTIVE, and weight losing self.
Fingers crossed that tomorrow is easier!