Sigh. Today was NOT a good day for this goal!
Lack of sleep and a hectic morning started things off badly. When my daughter was sent home ill from camp, and I left work midday to care for her, tomorrow’s deadlines looming large, no time for lunch or breathing, I knew I was sunk. It pretty much went downhill from there, our female tensions running high, the heat not helping things, and me eating everything in sight, so that by dinnertime I had a stomach ache to match my ten-year-old’s, and a guilt complex the size of an extra large pizza, with a grande depression on the side … super size me!
Here’s the thing, I should have seen it coming, could have, in fact. I know myself. This kind of behavior should not surprise me after all these years. I am well-versed in nutrition, can plan healthy meals, create them, enjoy them. I am actually a healthfood nut by nature, love my foods fresh and whole and healthy. But at times of stress I seem to lose all sense of what I am doing, move into an almost trancelike state, some horribly dysfunctional autopilot. After the fact, if one were to ask me what I ate, I would have no recollection.
OK, so here’s the post-whining resolution:
To quote Scarlett O’Hara, “Tomorrow is another day” (fast approaching, in fact, as I post this). With a little more sleep, a good breakfast, some dark, fresh coffee, a happier child, and a better outlook, I WILL have a functional, productive, and healthy day.