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Journaling my first true attempt to develop a healthy relationship with food.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Losing perspective. Or, I've forgotten how to see the positive side.

Yesterday was an amazingly impressive failure. Breakfast, lunch, and snacking went OK. Then I went crazy. We had tickets to a hockey game. I don't go to the games very often anymore.When I used to go, there was always a snack involved in the experience. Last night was even stranger - our tickets included food and drink at the lounge. I seriously overate. I'm pretty sure I ate two lunch portions for dinner. I usually struggle with dinner portions anyway but last night got very much out of hand. Part of it was the idea that we spent a lot of money on these tickets and I felt like I needed to justify the expense. At the cost of my diet changing efforts.

I had several hours to myself yesterday. I thought about putting in the workout DVD. It's been a long time since I've done it and I need to get back into a routine. But there are so many things that need doing at any given time. Instead, I opted to do some clean up. I got through the entire master bathroom - which I usually have to do in stages - and started organizing myself for us to leave on Saturday. It was time well spent and it felt good when I walked through those rooms yesterday/this morning. But by the time I finished, there wasn't time for the DVD. There's never enough time for everything.

I'm trying to see the success buried in all this. Before going to the hockey game I had done OK for the day. And I was wildly productive all day Sunday and Monday. I had an idea that I'd go overboard at the hockey game, and it felt a little less like compulsion and a little more like a foolish choice - and that's progress.

Truthfully? I'm awfully tired and not seeing much of a bright side. I feel overwhelmed by the things that need doing, the things that have been left behind, the pace I've set for myself the last few days. I joke about mainlining caffeine, but I'm honestly not sure what's keeping my eyes open. Or my mind sane. I'd like to add something happy and uplifting here, but I'm feeling a bit too bogged down. I'm just maintaining. It could be worse.

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