Must be brief today as my 3 year old has a nasty case of the croup and I am desperately trying not to eat my way through the stress of my little guy feeling like poo and my inability to really do anything about it except monitor his temp, give the prescribed meds, hug him a lot and wait. The waiting just sucks.
I am also realizing exactly how often I used to just eat my way through all kinds of stressful situations...as a matter of fact I can't actually think of a situation where I WASN'T prompted to eat.
Crappy day = piece of cheesecake or two
Good day = more cookies than I can admit to
Sick kid = peanut butter crackers ad nauseum
You get the picture.
I am finally starting to get used to all the pangs though - which ones are ACTUAL hunger and which are stress responses - don't get me wrong on the super rough days I still covet every last little bite I can scrape out of my Smart Ones chocolate chip cookie dough sundae - but at least now I have a better grasp on what really constitutes ONE SERVING. Which was honestly a bit of a shocker.
I consider myself a pretty smart gal, but I was straight up kidding myself that I was eating normal sized portions.
So I am learning that lesson, one meal at a time.
Current stats are:
11 pounds lost, which was my first goal - 5% of my body weight. Woot Woot.
DAYUM! that is awesome! get it, 5%!
ReplyDeleteAwesome, Bets!! That's fantastic!! wow...5%. a-maze-ing. I think the portion size thing is rigged against us. Why don't they teach that in school? How come sunflower kernels in 99 cent bags have three servings? Why not just the one? It's hard. Big lessons, indeed. Keep on, buddy!! Good work.
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