I’ve been trying really hard in the last two weeks to rein my food choices in. I love food. L.O.V.E. it. And, I am not going to lie, I am a stress eater through and through. I’ve done the diets, Weight Watchers and the like, but really I do better when I’m just conscious of what I’m eating verses feeling forced into having/not having certain things. I suppose that also explains why my weight fluctuates so much sometimes.
I started today off really well. For breakfast I had two pieces of whole wheat toast with just a smidge of butter (the real stuff) and a banana smoothy with a touch of low fat peanut butter for protein. And, coffee. Of course there was coffee.
By lunch, I’d already taken the girl to the ENT for the nasty funk that was coming out of her ear. I dread anything related to her ears or throat. We’ve had a rough time of it, including 4 surgeries between 18 months and 4 years of age. Needless to say, by the time we left with two prescriptions (and the excitement of having to hold down a 6 year old so the doctor could vacuum out her ear), I was a little stressed. It also didn’t help that we were there almost an hour and a half and we’re running late to pick up boy wonder from school.
Drive-thru, here we come. At least I picked chicken instead of a hamburger. No bun, diet soda… but I did eat the fries. Glorious, glorious fries.
Boy retrieved, Target pharmacy trip made, complete and total meltdown by the boy, very stressful ride home in the car and mommy was done. D.O.N.E. We came in, I separated the two of them, cleaned up more draining goop from the girl’s ear and gave up. I threatened them within a inch of their lives and I laid down on the couch. I drifted in and out (just awake enough to make sure no one was doing anything they shouldn’t be, but just asleep enough not to care) until Hubs called at 4:30 wanting to know what the plan was for dinner. Hmmm…dinner.
The girl suggested pizza, and I hopped right on board. Little Ceasar’s, here we come! Really, here daddy comes. I wasn’t moving from the couch and returning to reality any sooner than I had to. Nope, not gonna do it.
I ate three pieces and more crazy bread than I care to admit. It felt and tasted so good at the time, but so bad after. This is something I have to get under control. Do I have an stress eaters out there? What do you suggest? What has worked for you and what hasn’t?
That was a long fall from a fairly nutritious breakfast to a fat laden, gluttonous dinner. When we fall, we fall hard.