So, yesterday we went to Crystal's for an invitation making fest. Found out that Cindy had a successful week. YAY!
I spent the day with my nose in the computer trying to find different and unique ways to word an invitation and an RSVP. What I learned is to not volunteer anything I like (h-hyuk), and to just keep my nose down and do my job. I'll just say that I'm not meant for that environment, and if my people really loved me, they would not include me in them. It was an incredibly stressful way to spend an afternoon, and I wasn't even on craft detail! Shades of Micheals. Oh, the anxiety...
One of the reasons I was glad that I went is because I have a clearer idea of where Jeanette is at. Lost and overwhelmed. I'm going to sit down today and work out a schedule for her to follow. We can tweak it later, but I just want to give her something simple to get her started.
I'm going to base it on core, as I don't know what she weighs, so I cannot give her an accurate caloric intake.
Today I'm stressed because I'm beating myself up about the chinese food and chips I had last night. But here's the thing. I've made healthy choices ALL over the place, and CHOSE to take the evening off. So why the fuck do I berate myself? If this is truly a lifestyle, then I'm allowed to have treats, as long as I work them off, which I do. I have to find my mental balance.
It's all a part of the process and part of the journey. I'm so hard on myself. Too many years of justifying my way into cheesecake, bread, and deep fried cheesy goodness. Now that I've trained myself out of that, I beat the shit out of myself when I allow it.
I'll work it all out eventually. I refuse to deprive myself. Just as much as I refuse to be fat again.
So to end on a positive note... hmmm.
Five things I'm grateful for this weekend:
My family time with both my boys, a new friend of Dougs, and Steve over dinner last night.
My time with my girls over brunch, talking about our new healthy lifestyles.
My convo with Sheesh, knowing she is making healthier choices and taking her meds.
My husband who doesn't know I'm going to bully him into driving me to the grocery store cuz there's snow on the road.
My sister, whom I feel like I'm missing right now, cuz I just love her so much, and want to spend time with.
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