It’s just been a rough week. One of those weeks where it seems like everything that can go wrong, will. I’m just feeling extra sensitive (thanks, PMS), and it’s only adding to the absolute cloud of crap hovering over me. Tonight, after some more distressing news, I was so close to just ordering a pizza instead of cooking dinner. I had the phone in my hand and my credit card ready to go, but I held it together and made Skinnytaste’s Roasted Potatoes, Chicken Sausage and Peppers, though I used some pork sausage that I had on hand instead. It was seriously delicious and way better than that pizza would have been.
I’m proud that I haven’t given in to my cravings and emotional eating, but I am stressed and honestly am at a loss as to how to cope with it outside of eating or drinking away my feelings. I had thought about doing yoga to relieve the stress, but I just… didn’t have it in me.
Giving up on this journey isn’t hurting anyone but me, and it’s not an option. One day of emotional eating isn’t going to undo the scale victories, but it will play a big part in undoing the mental strides I have made.