The last time I wrote about my weight loss, it was just after Thanksgiving and I was so proud of my progress. Today, I’m not so proud, but I’m writing because I know some of you may understand and have encouraging words of wisdom for me.
I failed at Christmas.
It was bad.
I was bad.
It hasn’t gotten any better and today was the worst ever.
I’m feeling sick so I need to get all of this out there and restart tomorrow. I need to get back on track…fast!
I think it all started with a little bit of overconfidence after my Thanksgiving success and then my own weakness for Christmas cookies, chocolate, and pie. I have been starting each day on a strong foot and only eating my protein, but by the end of the day I find myself eating pizza and cookies or something dessert related.
It also didn’t help that I totally blew my budget on Christmas for my boy and spent so much money that I didn’t have the money to go to my weight loss center to check in and get my appetite suppressants and B12 shot. I could just kick myself for buying too much for my boy, not only because I couldn’t go weigh in, but also because he has too much. He’s spoiled rotten and has too many toys already. He didn’t need this and that and more to overwhelm him. I’m really not sure what got into Howard and me on Tuesday when we went on a huge shopping spree just because I got a payment. We paid one bill and then blew the budget bad!
Today; however, was the worst day I’ve had in a long time. I started with cinnamon toast, ate a huge breakfast of biscuits, eggs, bacon, and more cinnamon toast. I continued to stuff toast after toast into my mouth throughout the day. I had crackers and cheese and cookies and finally pie. When I came home from my dad’s house (after Howard got off work) I had a headache and was feeling sick to my stomach. After taking a nap, the headache was almost gone, but I was still feeling stuffed. So what did we do? We went to a pizza buffet because that is what Benjamin wanted. Ugh! Spoiled rotten and we are ALL going to be eating better starting tomorrow. I know I can’t control what Howard eats, but Benjamin and I are about to get healthy (again). We can only pray that Howard follows in our path.
Speaking of prayers, pray for me. I won’t have the chance to go to Healthy Figures for my appetite suppressants until Thursday or Saturday so I’ll have a few days to do this on my own. I know I can do it and I’m totally scared of the number that will show up on the scale when I go, but I’m going and I’m facing my consequences and I’m getting this done.
2014 is a year of health for my family. I’m not good at resolutions so I’m just setting this goal. Healthy, not a specific number, just healthy.