After a few days, it really was easy for me, became almost routine.
Wednesday everything changed. Everything got harder. Everthing became "a struggle". Sadness and sorrow challenged my efforts. My sweet Samuel, the only cat I have ever had, my black and white beautiful little man, lost the battle we have been fighting since July.
My heart is broken. Still, I knew that falling back into old habits from years ago, trying to chase the tears away with food, was not the answer. No matter how much or what I chose to eat, it was not going to ease the pain. Samuel was such a great cat, and he was truly Bailey's best friend as well.
I have been so, so sad. But Wednesday and Thursday I continued to track, and continued the new habit of no snacks/desserts after dinner. Yesterday it happened. It started in the morning. I ate a chocolate cupcake with my coffee. What? That's not like me, but I REALLY WANTED IT. So I did. Good news is I did track it. I think that's the last thing I tracked yesterday.
I didn't really make bad choices for the rest of the day though. We went to Subway for lunch, and hubby and I split a turkey sub. Dinner was "Pop's Chicken", chicken, onions, potatoes roasted in the oven drizzled with a little honey at the end, side salad, carrots and brussel sprouts. Still not bad choices. Around 9:00 last night, I wanted something to eat. Did I just "want" something to eat or was I hungry. My tummy really did feel like it was hungry. So I made myself a yogurt bowl, Greek yogurt, blueberries, fat-free cool whip.
So no, I didn't make it through the whole week technically, but yesterday wasn't bad even so. I'm not going to my meeting and weigh-in this morning. I'm running a 5K and then a very busy day. I'm going to think about it and make a decision on what my weekly challenges will be this week. May be the same ones. May be something different. What I have determined is that weekly challenges are good for me.
