Hi. My name is LeAnn, and I'm a food-aholic. I've decided to start a blog journal about my pursuit of both physical and spiritual fitness. My two main goals for this are 1) to encourage the many others who struggle with me and 2) to provide accountability for myself. A bonus would be to have a few laughs along the way.
So, as I was saying, I am indeed a food-aholic. If there are chocolate chip cookies or potato chips or brownies or peanuts or anything delicious sitting out, I have to eat them. Oh, and one is never enough. I've even been known to sneak them when I hope no one is looking. But I just can't help it! Especially when I'm stressed, like today at the school office where I work, when so many teachers (all of whom I love dearly), needed lots of different things on their last working day before students come, and so many other people were in and out with varying needs and ideas, and I didn't receive something I really needed that a volunteer was scheduled to help with, and copy machines balked at the heavy usage demanded of them and needed my expert help to unjam them, and there were so many interesting people to talk to, and every time I started a task I was asked to do something more urgent, so that by the end of the day my paper piles had multiplied exponentially, and I added 11 tasks to my newly discovered Google Task bar that I hope to check off tomorrow, and some amazing salted caramel chocolate chip cookies called my name every time I walked into the workroom right beside my office. There was also a potluck at lunch, and did I mention the dessert table was pretty amazing? Those salted caramel chocolate chip cookies, the cream cheese swirled brownies, pumpkin pie, and cakes! (I didn't have any cake!) I just can't resist temptation like that, especially when I'm so stressed out!
Excuses, excuses. Am I really back to making excuses all the time? Didn't I make a commitment nearly two years ago that I was done making excuses and I would instead make good choices, which enabled me to lose over 60 pounds? So why have I allowed the excuses to creep back in? Strangely enough, a few pounds have crept back in along with those excuses. Did I start tracking my food first thing this morning? No, I never quite got around to it. Ok, face up to it now, girlfriend. Yikes. To lose weight, my goal is 26 Weight Watchers Points Plus daily. I just made myself track today's points. This is so embarrassing. Am I really going to admit this to the world? Hopefully anyone who started reading this and can't relate to a total pig out got totally bored and quit reading by now. So apparently I consumed around 63 points today. (Maybe if you have to go get your glasses to read that little number you just won't bother!) The WW plan gives me 49 extra points to spread out through the week. So I used up 37 of those today. All is not lost, but definitely nothing was lost today. If I stick to plan the rest of the week, nothing will be gained either.
So I blew it today. Giving up is not an option; I will do better tomorrow. I just planned and tracked tomorrow's breakfast and lunch. I will stick with the 26 points tomorrow.
Remember the quote that helped me lose 60+ pounds: "Satisfaction does not come from indulgence; satisfaction comes from achievement." (Calvin Coolidge) All the junk I ate today provided me no satisfaction whatsoever, it just made me crave more. There is no satisfaction at the end of the day when you realize you didn't achieve your goals.
"Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be satisfied." (Matt. 5:6)
