I’ve come to the determination that I’m nuts. I mean, for real.
I know the kinds of food I NEED to eat. I know the kinds of food I NEED to avoid. And while I make an effort, it’s not enough. I will do well, and then hubby wants to stop somewhere bad to eat, and instead of saying no, my tires are squealing into the parking lot. Or I’m good til my mom says, “Ohhh let’s bake this!”
I’m not blaming my hubby or my mom. It’s ME. I am weak. And I’m not sure how to MAKE.IT.STOP.
Y’all that have followed me over the years must tire of the same old fucking bullshit from me. I know that I am tired of it.
Last month I attempted to do something different. I spent an entire day prepping and cooking a weeks worth of foods with the hopes that my family would actually eat it, and it would make things a bit easier on me. It wasn’t a total failure. Out of 24 containers, only 2 got tossed.
I’m going to do it again, but only 3 or 4 days at a time, and will include lunches. For all 4 of us.
I am currently undergoing physical therapy for my knees. No exercise til my therapist says so. I’ve been doing some upper body stuff til I can hit it full force. I’m kind of excited because the place I go to offers personal training for weight lifting. I’m going to talk to them about it when I go to my next appointment.
It’s $25 a month for a personalized situation. She has a doctorate in this stuff, so I am hopeful she can keep me going forward.
I will start another attempt at eating right in the next week. I don’t eat horrible, but I need to lock it down.