Yes, that is what I am telling myself today. And what I told myself last night.
I am an emotional eater. So when my boy has a breakdown, so do I which is what happened last night. That included a glass of wine. And a small bowl of pasta with red sauce and cheese. And a handfull of M&M's.
I had done so great with a shake for breakfast, a fizzy drink, a bar with a big glass of water for lunch, a banana and grilled chicken with sauteed asparagus and onions for dinner. It was fabulous. I was proud. Then I was anxious and sad and upset. Then I had wine, pasta and chocolate. And a lousy night's sleep.
This morning there were fresh bagels on the counter, so I had one with coffee. Then I took the boys out for Bun for lunch. Mostly because I figured, I'd already messed up, so why not just roll with it. However, for dinner I'm planning grilled flank steak and salad. Mmmmm! But tomorrow, I am getting up, working out and eating like I care about my health. Cause I do.
I'll tackle that emotional eating another day.
I do so love my Scarlett O'Hara quote: After all... tomorrow is another day.
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