Gotta be honest, I’m sitting here eating a donut. Ommmm nom nom nom.
After several weeks of no workouts and lazy eating I finally started back working out this week. I did a workout with the friend, two with the mom (slower, shorter ones) and this all equals a good week for me.
Yet, here I sit with the donut.
Last night on twitter I posted this thought: Worst night ever? And I feel no emotion. I should feel bad but I don’t. I feel nothing. Food won’t even comfort this feeling, thankfully.
I knew it was true when I posted it so I went to bed without late night eating to make me feel better before sleeping. That was a major win, but this morning when I woke up I didn’t feel any better at all. So I turned to food.
I ate a bagel with peanut butter, an omlette, and 3 mini donuts within 4 hours. EH. It didn’t help with anything. I was right last night when I so clearly knew that food would not help the blankness I am feeling. The weekly weigh in where I weighed 244 (down from vacation weight but still not good) didn’t make me feel better either.
Yet I still tried food as a solution. I wish I had listened to myself from last night and trusted that food wouldn’t comfort. Since it didn’t work I am going to move on to something I know will make me feel better: watching the office and a good workout. Yes… exercise is going to solve all my problems. I know it.