I think I have entered some kind of self preservation mode or something. Looking back at a week where I was not consciously trying to lose weight (more like just trying to survive the week) I can see some balance, although mostly unwittingly done.
When a busy church and home schedule prevented me from eating any lunch, I didn’t automatically reach for nonsense calories as soon as I got home. At the same time, I just shrugged my shoulders when my husband told me that he still couldn’t the elliptical fixed. Having stayed up late to work, I didn’t get up early enough to work out that day anyway.
I found myself running, not for fitness, but out of necessity, several times one day, and it was nice to realize that I could still move. I haven’t been very hungry and didn’t even realize that there was a whole bag of chocolate chips available for snacking while I was baking. I didn’t indulge not out of some desire to eat healthy, but simply because I didn’t notice it was a possibility, I suppose. Hmm, I wonder how long this will last, but I’ll take it, I’ll take it.
Tonight, tired again, our youngest child suggested grilled cheese, and my husband is willing to prepare it all, while I get in a few more minutes of work. The smell of the grilled cheese is wafting over to me and actually seems like the right thing. It sings with it’s warmth. Yes, I know it is fattening, but there are some times when comfort food is just the right thing. On balance, lunch consisted of a couple of hard boiled eggs and a handful of nuts, and breakfast was literally a handful or healthy cereal and a glass of milk (well, half since I ran back to the computer and forgot all about it).
Sigh, I am hoping that things settle down here enough so I can take charge of my old routine. I miss it.
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