DUDE. . . I just want to eat today. It’s crazy. I’m like a bottomless pit. Actually, no, that’s wrong I’m a full pit but for some reason I still want to eat. I’m not sure what’s up with the whole wanting to eat when full thing but it’s a problem I struggle with all the time. Especially when I eat too much sugar. Today I went a little nuts with the sour patch kids at the movies. I swear, I think that’s what set it all off.
The husband and I took the little guy to see Alvin and the Chipmunks: The Squeakquel. It was actually pretty cute. Even the husband was pleasantly surprised.
After the movie we took down the tree. Which is actually fun for me. As much as I love the holidays, by the first week of January I’m ready to get back to normal. Taking down the decorations is a representation of that.
I also get to take my trip down memory lane once again by going through all my ornaments. Those that have been reading for awhile may remember my post called A Couples History in Ornaments. Every year since we started dating the husband has gotten me an ornament to represent our year together. This year it was. . .
Of course representing our new house purchase. :)
I need to do a new page with all the pictures of the ornaments so I can keep them all in one place. I can’t believe how important this little tradition has become to me. That New Home ornament is the 15th story I get to tell my son about my history with his Dad. That is priceless to me.
Here he is with the ornament given to me the year I was pregnant with him.
Posting that picture of the little guy and writing this reminds me why I changed my lifestyle in the first place.
The body critical voices need to stop. The fat thoughts. The feeling sorry for myself. All of it needs to stop. It’s not about how much I weigh. It really isn’t. It’s the feeling I have when I’m not quite eating right. I’m bloated. I’m moody. I’m tired all the time. Unmotivated. Just. . . bleh. For some reason that all gets translated into that one single word. . . Fat. And that’s how I’ve been feeling.
This is when I remind myself. . . Fat is NOT a feeling.
It’s really not.
I’m off to get to bed early. My lunch is made. The toddler’s lunch is made. Tomorrow I’m planning on getting up and doing a little workout on the Wii fit and then heading to work. Back to the grind, as they say.
I hope you had a wonderful weekend. :)