I've had a couple of rough weeks, nothing major, and nothing dear nosey blog readers, that I am willing to share on here, but I have been proper fed up!
Take last week for example - after an episode of 'fed-up-ness' I came home and stuffed two toasted pittas lathered in butter and stuffed with cheese (why pittas I hear you ask - I no longer have white crusty bread in the house, because that, would have been disastrous). Was it delicious? Yes. Did it make me feel better? For all of about 2 minutes. Was it worth it at weigh in this week? Hell no.
So what the chuff is the link between emotions and food? They don't send endorphins whizzing around your body - well certainly for no more than a few minutes, there is certainly not a fair emotion:endorphin ratio anyhow! I just don't get why I feel the need, when a bit blue to stuff my cake hole full of carbs, as that is my drug of choice.
I suppose, what CBT has taught me is that yes, I do have an issue with emotional eating, but, I do not have to give in - and just having a couple of bad days, is not the end of the world, or indeed the end of my weight loss.
I have checked out my bra and pants photos, which are a terrifying version of a catalogue undies page, and I can definitely see a small decrease in my wobbly bits, so that's exciting, and best of all, my new made to measure boots are absolutely frickin' awesome! So even though, I still can't get into off the peg boots, but, they make me feel fab - so it's all good!
So it's with a light-er heart, I move on to next week. I'm hoping to want to cartwheel off the scales next week!
Bye bye fat fans xx
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