I apologize for my inability to get these posts up in the morning. I had intentions of writing it last night. Actually had my browser open and a few sentences typed. But the words wouldn't come and then I was watching TV and then really I just needed to go to bed. So, um, yeah. Whoops. You forgive me right? All like five of you following my current lame attempt at staying healthy? That's what I thought.
So I've mentioned before I'm an emotional eater. When I got really really into running and had few distractions and was kicking butt at the whole healthy living thing, I had it relatively under control. Running and working out was my new vice and seeing the changes in my body was a great motivator. But then I got pregnant. And for some reason I felt like a little slip here and there wasn't a problem. Which in reality, it wasn't. At some point I had to let loose a little bit. Except it didn't end up being just a little bit. It was kind of a lot.
And lately with the increase in hormones and added stress? I'm doing things like nearly polishing off a bag of chocolate chips in a week by the handful, while also adding cookies, pizza and dried mango pieces to the mix. Too much junk, too few vegetables. Obviously I'm still doing something relatively right, I've gained under 20 pounds this pregnancy so far. But as I grabbed a bowl of ice cream with sprinkles and parked it in front of the couch last night to watch the season premier of one of my favorite shows, I got a nice little slap in the face.
Yep, I still can't stop watching The Biggest Loser. I can't handle some of the whining and crying, and I fast forward through a lot of the stuff. But ultimately seeing where these people start and what they manage to accomplish is still inspiring. So I tune in every season. Last night, seeing the kids on the show though? That was really hard. I was never obese, but I was never the skinny kid. It's uncomfortable to be biggest of your friends, I can't even imagine the emotions these kids must go through.
I looked at that stupid bowl of ice cream and I felt really guilty. It was just one bowl of ice cream, it wasn't a huge deal. But I'm soon going to be the mother of TWO little girls. I want them to have a good relationship with food. So I need to be the example. I need to take care of myself so I can take care of them.
Obviously an intense sweat session isn't in the cards for me right now when I get overwhelmed. So I need to come up with something other than chocolate to fill the void. Please tell me, when you're feeling like you can't get your head above water, what are some things you do to stay afloat?
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