A Bad Day....

Today was a bad day... It's hard when you get beat up at work to come home and just be healthy. My first instinct is to hit the kitchen pantry or refrigerator. I am an emotional eater just like so many others. We all have some type of addiction. For some it is alcohol. Others drugs and in my case it is food. I am trying to work on changing the impulse to eat when I am upset, but it is just plain hard. The funny thing is, it really isn't all that comforting. It is just what I do. 

I think we are all taught emotional eating when we are children. It's really not the fault of our parents or grandparents. They didn't know this would happen. You fall down and skin your knee...mom gives you a cookie to feel better and stop crying. Your brother knocks you down... another cookie to stop crying and feel better. In my case I remember my grandma giving me a doughnut to quit crying when Frosty melted. I'm sure there were more times before that...that is just the earliest I can actually remember. 

But today was a bad day a work. The first thing I did (after walking the dog of course) was to look for something to eat. Then veg in front of the TV. I KNOW BETTER! I just couldn't help myself from having a pity party for myself. 

I recently made a few big changes in my life. And today some serious self doubt crept in. Why did I make this choice? I don't know what I'm doing! What did I get myself into? Why is McDonald's so far away? I really need some french fry's! The good thing is I didn't stop there on the way home. 

My dinner indulgence could have been worse. But luckily I did not stop at the store or drive thru on the way home. I did eat a little larger piece of frozen lasagna than I should have...but I'll forgive myself. I know I should have just made a shakeology shake for dinner. It would have been filling and satisfying. But I did not. I'm not going to beat myself up... but I can't let myself off the hook so easily. I will do better tomorrow.