Bad, bad food choices today. Dstepd gave me a box of ferrero Rochers for Christmas. A 24 pack. Between 3yo and I there are no more left. She had too many for her little body and I had way too many for my big body! Then I decided I needed pizza for tea. I haven't had it for a long time. Mainly because I get two pizzas, one being garlic, then proceed to eat them both. I am not feeling very well now.
I do not learn from this. It's a case of do not have them at all, because one or two slices is not an option.
I was given a diary from my sister for Christmas. I don't use one for everyday keeping track, I find a calendar works better for me. Blogging is much bettter for my everyday musings and giving me something to look back on to remember what I've done and see how far I've come. I think I'll use this diary for my food emotions. I'm an emotional eater, so it's time to really look at those emotions and try to recognise my triggers before they happen, instead of after I've eaten the box of chocolates.
I know I choose what goes in my mouth, but the emotion of whether I am thinking highly enough of myself at the time to look after myself is a huge factor in my decisions.
Right now I am utterly exhausted and need to go to bed. Ken's just come in and shit me with his camera. I wanted to have a look at it and have a play as his photos are incredibly grainy for a 7mp camera. All I hear from him is "go there, give it here for a second!" In the end I just handed it all back to him and told him I do not care!
Anyway, back to what I was saying. I have to start looking after myself (same stuff I've been saying for a long time. Hopefully soon it will sink in.)
Which includes a good night's sleep.