Today I feel like Miss Hannigan's less nice sister. My children would probably agree wholeheartedly with that assessment. I am counting the minutes until bed time... mine or theirs, either would be fine.
On days like this my normal recourse would be to eat some chocolate. (Mmmm, medicinal chocolate... I know all you ladies out there know what I'm talking about...) That's not an option today, which is really not helping with my bad mood. Today is the first time since I've started the diet that I've really struggled with emotionally driven hunger. I can recognize it for what it is, but that doesn't make it any less crappy to deal with. I swear the devil on my shoulder is a piece of devil's food cake, and the angel is angel food cake, straight out of a cartoon. They are going to reduce me to tears!
Christmas Boot Camp 2012
12 years ago
2 comments:
Oh, I have so been there!
It is so hard.
You have come so far, don't let yourself diminish all the hard work you have done.
You are strong, you are living healthy, you are amazing!
I hate those days. Hang in there Chrissy!
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