So this weekend was AWESOME in my book!
I got to hang out with the family!
I got to spend time with some girlfriends!
I went to the International Bakery 2 out of 3 days :)
I made really yummy soup!
I got to read. Almost done with Colonel Roosevelt’s book and let me tell ya, he was kind of a bad-ass on the whole adventure-front.
I got to run and lift weights!
I tried on my motivational jeans and saw a marked improvement on the way they fit. There’s still a muffin top, but now it’s a smaller one that I could camouflage if I really wanted to!
I was riding high, people. Oh so high.
I even got up yesterday and did another weights work out.
Then came work. Boo!
Work is actually okay for me on most days. Yesterday was not most days, however. Yesterday I messed up.
I’m not a doctor or anything, I’m a computer programmer so my messups aren’t really that bad, but I still don’t like to mess up and it takes me forever to get over it!
A day later and I still feel terrible about it.
It was a careless mistake on my part, but I have to learn from it and move on. It’s so hard to do that though!
It’s much easier to come home, pull out the pb & the chocolate chips and go to town. Not that I would do that, or anything.
Ok, maybe I did. I didn’t go to town though. I had a spoonful of PB and some magical choco chips. I knew I was doing it out of emotions, but I still did it.
The only saving grace was that I left it at that and didn’t go back for more.
How do you guys handle emotional eating? When you know you’re doing it for all the wrong reasons but nothing in the world could pry that bag o’ choco-goodness from my grubby little hands?
I’m doing much better today, though. I took a rest day but I’m already looking forward to tomorrow’s run to get it all out of my system. I can’t wait :)
Off to make dinner :)