Well. I’ve traveled to my birthplace and spent some much needed time with my family as we dealt with the loss of my uncle. I wasn’t strict with my eating, at all. To be honest I ate and drank whatever was around. I didn’t binge, but I didn’t choose my meals as I have been. For a split second I felt a little guilty for not being disciplined in my eating. Then I remembered that I really shouldn’t focus on that. I was dealing with a lot while trying to help my cousin deal as well. It was a very emotionally stressful time and sometimes not limiting choices helps the coping process (or at least it does in my head).
I’m back to reality and will not let that lackadaisical approach to my nutrition continue. Packed my lunch today, worked out this morning, and intend to do another T25 workout this evening just for good measure. Death is difficult to deal with, and it can be a catalyst to get you off track. I lost a little footing toward the end of last week, but I’ve regained it and I’m going to keep on trekking!
How do you cope with things that trigger your emotional eating?
Happy Tuesday Lovelies!
Dramatic… Yeah it is. But I had that thought this morning. Let me backtrack a bit. One of my co-workers did a clean eating challenge with me a few weeks ago. She has also asked me to be her accountability partner in her journey. A title that I take seriously.
So I ask questions about what she ate over the weekend. Whether or not she packed her lunch. What she brought for a snack. I try to steer her away from the endless train of cupcakes that enter our office weekly. Hey she asked right? So I obliged.
But sometimes I feel like I am the food police. Just a little. Well maybe not as much once I think about it. I don’t tell her what not to do, I don’t tell her what she can or can’t eat. I will be that voice that helps sway her away from making choices that aren’t in line with her goals. I will ask if that cupcake will help her get to where she wants to be.
So I guess being the food police isn’t an awful thing at all. It is my way of helping out and in turn those who I help also help me remain accountable.
How do you remain accountable? Do you have friends or family members who will step in and help out when you feel like you need a push?
Have a great Tuesday Lovelies!
Well the weekend is over and I’m pleased with myself. I made good choices, did my workouts, and had a great weekend.
Last night for dinner I made spaghetti. Well I had spaghetti squash with the meat sauce and my husband and daughter had pasta noodles mixed with a little spaghetti squash. Small swaps work wonders. I love pasta. Absolutely love it. No seriously I really do. At first I thought that it would be far too different to be a good alternative, but with this I don’t feel like I’m missing anything. I wasn’t raised eating this kind of food. Everything was quick and easy. Processed and boxed. With 7 kids my mother did what she could.
I learned that I loved squash a few years ago. Never thought I’d like it as much as I do. I’ve explored and tried so many things that I had never tried or heard of in the last few years, with my husband and daughter as my guinea pigs (who are totally sick of quinoa lol).
The crazy thing is my problem was not that I didn’t know or had no options in the last few years that my weight spiraled out of control. I chose to eat the wrong stuff because it was easy and quick. Even though the healthy stuff can be just as easy and quick.
Well here I am. Sticking to this thing because I’m over starting over and this journey is turning out to be quite delicious.
Any recipes or foods that you never thought you liked our never tried and once you did you loved it? Care to share what that was? I’m interested.
Have a great week lovelies.