Time Out

I'm taking to my blog before I do something I know I'll regret.  I'm having a rough time today.  I'm still not 100% healed from this injury...The kids are driving me crazy and I just lost my temper with them...  I've been stuck at the same weight for several weeks now... It just isn't a great day. As irritated as I am right now, I want to eat everything in sight.  I was standing in my kitchen unloading my dishwasher, and I was taking stock of everything I had in my cupboard.  Sweet, salty, chocolaty, nutty, you name it.  When I get like this it doesn't really matter, I just want to eat something to calm down.  But, I didn't.

Instead, I decided to sit down, take a time out, and work through it.  I removed myself from the situation to think about what a bad idea that would have been.  I'm not hungry, I'm frustrated.  Eating my way through a bag of chips won't magically make the kids' rooms clean.  Going to town on a jar of trail mix won't heal my stupid rib.  I know all this.  I also know that if I did allow myself to lose control, I'd hate myself.  Which would probably make me want to eat something else to punish myself for eating in the first place.  It's a vicious, stupid cycle that has no point. But, it's one that I found myself in often.  Until now.

I didn't do it today.  I made myself a pot of coffee instead.  I'm going to finish this post, kick back in my recliner and enjoy a cup of coffee.  Then I'm going to silently pat myself on the back for being mindful enough to not let a rough day turn into an eating disaster.