Miracle's do happen

This is the first weekend ever that l haven't gained any weight. Yes, not any l am still 67.9kgs. Yes l do still make it to the 67kg bracket by 100grams. Every weekend it is a struggle not to gain weight. This weekend the weather was crap, l was stuck at home most of and had a sick child. Normally one of those things alone would cause an eating binge. However made having all three together kept me so busy trying to keep children entertained happy, house clean and trying to do some uni work that l didn't have time to really think about food.

Today again is another hard day. I have three sick boys at home. So again l am home bound. I am showing great will power. Well not really, l keep looking in the pantry hoping, praying, begging that somewhere in their l have a hidden block of chocolate or tim tams or jelly beans or, or, or. All l could find was bran flakes. Thank god l don't keep any temptations at home because l would of eaten them all already by now.

When l use to work and was pregnant with my first whenever l got stressed l ate. I would go into the supermarket whilst talking on my phone while a customer complained to me about something or another had gone wrong which was outside of my control but l still had to deal with and buy five different chocolate bars and would of consumed all five by the time l got back to the car. This is not all, l would follow this up with a McDonald's drive thru, then Hungry Jacks drive thru and then to my final destination KFC. Why all these venues?
Supermarket - Has my favourite chocolates (can't get Whip and Chomp bars at McDonald's)
McDonald's - I like their McChickens but not a huge fan of their chips
Hungry Jacks - I love their chips but not their chicken burger
KFC - Got to have another side and what better side than mash potato and gravy

If it was a really, really, really bad day l would do the above and finish it off at diary bell's with a triple scoop ice cream sundae.

Why am l writing all of this you may ask? Well, reflection is a powerful tool. I reflect on the negative emotions, the sickness in the stomach, headaches and then the sickness of guilt. How could l treat myself like this? Why do l blame other's for my eating, stating it's not my fault l am just stressed. I have stoped the excuses and l don't want any of those negative feelings back. Reflecting on where l was and where l am now gives me the will power to not go to the shops right now and buy a packet of tim tams. Actually writing all of that has made me feel like eating an apple and maybe doing a bit of dancing in the lounge room to entertain my three sick boys. Which is exactly what l am going to do ;-)