I posted a pic of me the other day. Thought I’d post another of me from just about two years ago to compare:
I woke up today still depressed. Was really down about as much as yesterday. No desire to do anything. A friend convinced me to get out and walk to Starbucks just to get outside for a bit. I didn’t want to do it but after lying in bed for several hours I finally dragged myself out and did it. Don’t you hate it when friends tell you something you don’t want to hear and then they are right? Damn her!
I’m learning I am an emotional eater much more than I thought. I’m not keeping a log of the food I eat as many have suggested, but I am paying more attention and I am finding I eat a helluva lot more when I’m stressed or feeling down. Something I have to watch more for and being more aware of it should help. I didn’t do well yesterday. I felt shitty and ate because of it and knew damn well what I was doing. Hmmm, that’s a problem.
So the synopsis of the day is that I sat in the house wallowing in my own shit. Was convinced to walk over to Starbucks and am now waiting for my husband to come home so we can have dinner and probably watch a movie. Not exciting, but it is what it is.