My neighbor brought over a plate of orange julius cookies this afternoon (heaven on a plate). I so needed a treat today, which is fine. But did I eat one like a healthy person and share the rest with my children? No. I snuck back to my room and hid the plate on my dresser. I ate five and shared one with my hubby. How embarasing! That is not who I want to be. I want to be a healthy, in-control woman, not a skulk off into the shadows and binge type of person.
Aurghhhhhh! And I was doing so well too. I mean, relatively speaking. Three days of exercise in a row has lowered my milk supply, so I'm trying to up my calories (in a good way, not in a cookie way.)
ANYWAY. On a happier note I did Zumba tonight and I had a breakthrough. When it comes to the yelling and "Woo-Woo!" ing in class I am totally self conscious. But I want to be Fabulous. Being Fabulous means being at least a little brave. So I did it. I stopped pretending to yell and actually made some noise. It sounded dorky in my ears, but I did it.
Two yells forward. Five cookies back.
Here's to nobler tomorrows.
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