Well...here I am...
...what a week.
It seems my days are packed, but I don't feel like I'm getting anything done. Today was one of those days. I think part of my verklemptedness is how the day is starting. With all the work being done in the house, we're just every where. I shower in the basement, but get ready in the half-bath upstairs and dress in the laundry room. I'll be so...
Actually...this is just an excuse. My days are packed and I don't feel like I'm getting anything done; however, I'm just flat out not making the best choice when I have the opportunity. I mean, sometimes I have no choice and I have to make do, but even then I could plan better. Sometimes, I do have a choice, but I don't always pick the lesser of two evils. That's fine to do sometimes, but not with the regularity I have.
The only really good food choice I made today was when I told hubster that I just flat out did not want to go out to dinner. There were a multitude of good reasons for it. At the same time, it brings up another subject for me though and I understand the issue in my head, but I'm not sure I can explain it. It only happens at the end of the day as well.
I was running late this morning because my schedule was off since I was spending the day in meetings at another location. So what did I do? I ran by the gas station on the way to work. What the hell is it with me?
At lunch, it was the cafeteria. I had a choice between a corn chowder with lots of corn and potatoes or shepherd's pie with broccoli. I chose the pie since it was the better choice - there was very little potato.
So - after work, I had to run across town for a manicure and the traffic was on my side. I passed by Dairy Queen and saw that there was no line, which meant I had extra time...so I stopped for a medium blizzard. It filled me up and I ate it on the way to the nail place. The time was about 5:45...right at dinner time.
After the manicure, I ran by the mall to see if there was anything on sale. We're going to visit the in-laws this weekend and I thought it would be nice to have something new. As usual, the plus-sized clothes have no style. I was SO CLOSE to regular sizes not that long ago...*sigh*
On the way home, I called hubster and told him what I'd been doing. He asked what I wanted for dinner and gave me some restaurant options. From the frustration at the store and the full feeling...or rather the realization of the full feeling...I told hubster that I didn't want to go anywhere for dinner, but just stay home. I did not tell him about the visit to DQ.
Anyway, this was the first time I think in my entire life that I realized that having something that substantial that close to meal time should count as the meal itself. I'm making no claims on the nutritional value of it - just really the caloric value. I mean...a dinner meal is supposed to be eaten at a table with meat and vegetables. It doesn't count if it's ice cream eaten in the car.
So I didn't eat "dinner" - though I did have 3 chicken wing drumettes - just trying to be honest here...and it's effing hard.
I didn't do well today, but I'm not giving up. It's what I did and I can't undo it, but I will keep on going.
I don't know that I'll be able to post while we're out of town. I might just try - it's gonna be stressful as hell.