This morning, I didn't wake up excited. I know I just posted that great first week loss of 5.5, but I just woke up less than enthused. Then, I had to finish up a project for Matthew's teacher really quickly (which turned into up until the minute we had to leave) so I didn't get anything to eat or drink before bringing them to school. I'm home now, but nothing sounds good. It's cold out, so I don't want my smoothy just yet. I'm sippin on my coffee (which doesn't have caffeine because I can't, so it's basically a lot of cream and sugar that will make me have to watch my calories the rest of the day, but the flavor is comforting)... and I don't feel like logging it. I don't feel like cleaning my house, I don't feel like anything.
It's not fun right now.
That's what I just sat here and thought. But then, I realized, I was never promised "fun." dang it. (don't tell my kids I said that).
I will watch what I eat today, I WILL end the day feeling accomplished for not having gone over my calories... but, I just flat out don't feel like it, and I'm not enjoying it. It helps me to write this out, because my old method of dealing with these feelings would have been to walk to the pantry. So, now I'm released, having had my little tantrum/pity party... and off I go to clean my house. (insert an Eeyore voice to this post. lol Sorry, but it's reality at this very moment).
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