Some lazy days are much needed and appreciated. Others ... are wasted.
Yesterday, I lost a day. I accomplished less than nothing. I believe that I moved backwards, if that is possible.
Food ruled the day.
"I'll just toast those last two slices of homemade bread and then I'll start to work ..." Then: "I'll just make myself a BLT sub sandwich for lunch ..." Then: "I need something sweet to top that off ..." Then: "Hmmm .... I'll just polish off the last little bit of chips ..."
Then ... I grabbed my book and headed towards a comfy couch. But before I dozed off, I had a nice, healthy serving of ice cream with M & M's ...
When I started moving again, what was I thinking about? Food. "I'll just have some nachos with cheese, sour cream and salsa before supper ..." Was I hungry for supper? No. But the momentum of putting my hand to my mouth had begun. It ended at supper time.
And how do I feel this morning? Gross beyond belief.
I'm having a food hangover of major proportions. What am I thinking this morning? "I'm not going to lose another day"... and the cravings are gone.
I shall write yesterday off and start anew.
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