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I’ve said it before, “The Boston Cream Donut is my drug of choice”. Today is the kind of day I use to self-medicate during. Why? Simply because I have the beginnings of a head cold and want to feel “taken care of”, “pampered”, and “babied”. The house is a mess, the laundry is over-flowing, groceries need to be bought, and all I want to do is snuggle in bed with a book and not have to look at it. Not major events in the scheme of life, but nonetheless, they are events that would normally send me to the Glorious Boston Cream Donut Pharmacy…
What to do, what to do, what to do….
I WILL NOT eat the donuts. I WANT the donuts but KNOW I’m strong enough to resist them (today anyway). The problem is I STILL WANT to feel “taken care of”, “pampered”, and “babied”. My husband, although, a wonderful man, provider, father, etc… is not a nurturer in that way and, honestly, with the stress he’s under daily at work I don’t feel right in asking to be “babied”. My life is relatively un-stressful compared to his, taking “sick days” is something I can do anytime, I have time to nap, I have time to workout, to read, to watch tv, etc… He does not. Why should he “baby” me? He shouldn’t. BUT I STILL WANT IT and today more than usual.
What to do, what to do, what to do…
I could allow myself to have a special “healthy snack” but I really don’t want to use food to placate my emotions. That’s a real slippery slope for me and a habit I’ve been working too hard to break to give into it today…
What to do, what to do, what to do…
Financially, something indulgent – like a massage – isn’t practical. I don’t think I’m up to exercising today – my head is too stuffy. I must admit, this little pity party I’m throwing myself isn’t helping!!
What to do, what to do, what to do…
These are the real “make it or break it” moments in my weight loss struggle – the everyday moments when the down feelings of regular life sneak up. I’ll get through it. I’m not sure where I’m finding the strength this time (I’m just entering week 8 and have only had ONE, yes, ONE evening of cheating. Not so much as ONE BITE of off-plan food has entered my mouth except for that ONE evening…). I still don’t know what to fill my feelings with, though. I’m just pushing through by will-power but know that won’t last forever and I want to know how to fill those wants/needs with something other than food.
What to do, what to do, what to do…
I’m going to start by turning the tv off, putting my laptop down, and getting my butt off the couch. Not sure what will happen next but I’ll be back later to send my day into cyber-space…
I would love your thoughts on what you feed your emotions with (other than food 
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~ Woe is me (it’s an Eeyore kind of day). – Angie
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