It all started on Friday-what a hectic day, I was preparing, cooking etc. for a birthday party, my husband was trying to work, and get somethings done on the house, I was trying to multi-task and keep everyone fed and happy and I was aiming to get my one hour of exercise. Did the exercise happen? No it didn't. In fact saturday was worst than Friday, 8 am I was cooking and preparing things, my husband was tearing down our downstairs bedroom with some helpers, outside some contractors were wheeling in barrels of concrete, I was again trying to keep everyone fed myself included, cook, and prepare our things to leave for the birthday party. Not only did I not exercise I decided to eat...and eat... and eat,
kalua pig, salad, candy, cupcakes, and even drink soda; and food has a really negative affect on me because I start to feel like there is no redeeming myself from the self-destructive path of eating with out end, so I get depressed and eat more-which is what happened this weekend. The destruction didn't finish with Saturday but continued through Sunday and Monday. Monday I was at the lowest low, I didn't even care if I went to Zumba or not and I wanted to sleep all day after eating about 10 mini snickers, 8 mini kit kat bars and having two servings at each meal. I woke up this morning feeling like I better get myself on track. I also thought about how I just broke down mentally and did not care whether I was destroying everything i worked for for the past 2 mo. Wow, I even felt like my exercise goals were stupid. The only way I will be able to get back on track is if I have a good work out tonight, which I'm planning on doing, I will not let anyone/anything stop me from getting out to exercise tonight. I'll let you know how I'm feeling after.
