Sitting here at Golden Corral with my oldest pixie. She had her swim meet and dress fitting today, and she's chowing down. Which is fine, because she's the size around of a pencil.
Me, on the other hand, am realizing I have some deep seated psychological addiction issues when it comes to food. I want bread. I want hot rolls with honey butter. And I can smell it, but I can't eat it. It's like someone drinking a 12 pack in front of an alcoholic in recovery. Its kind of sick.
I ate my steak salad and green beans and ham like a good girl. And one chocolate covered strawberry, which according to my research is 7 grams of carbs. Hope I'm right about that.
So I'll drink my diet Pepsi and watch sissy eat rolls smothered in honey butter and curse myself for the hundred pounds I need to lose.
Saturday, June 16, 2012
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
6/13/2012
I've taken a three month sabbatical from healthy eating. Yeah, I know. Didn't last that long the first time.
I sit here in the waiting room, waiting for news...my husband is getting a colonoscopy today. I have a doctors appointment in a little while, for a totally different reason. Not one I'm ready to talk about yet. Maybe not ever.
I realize I have to do something about my health. My husband needs to as well. His diabetes is not very well controlled. He doesn't eat regularly, and his work is requiring him to work 12-14 hours a day 7 days a week right now. Needless to say, he's exhausted.
I am too. Most days I don't know if I'm coming or going. My dr took me off the Phentermine after I had a panic attack. My gym closed down. No place else in Lamar to go work out. Sure, I could go for a walk, but with all the knee probs I've been having lately, I'm afraid I would fall.
Sorry for the negativity, things have just sucked lately.
I sit here in the waiting room, waiting for news...my husband is getting a colonoscopy today. I have a doctors appointment in a little while, for a totally different reason. Not one I'm ready to talk about yet. Maybe not ever.
I realize I have to do something about my health. My husband needs to as well. His diabetes is not very well controlled. He doesn't eat regularly, and his work is requiring him to work 12-14 hours a day 7 days a week right now. Needless to say, he's exhausted.
I am too. Most days I don't know if I'm coming or going. My dr took me off the Phentermine after I had a panic attack. My gym closed down. No place else in Lamar to go work out. Sure, I could go for a walk, but with all the knee probs I've been having lately, I'm afraid I would fall.
Sorry for the negativity, things have just sucked lately.
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