I've taken on some additional responsibilities this year for the state federation of Democratic women. And it's spring, so I'm pulling weeds and tidying up flower beds and picking up twigs.
And walking a lot more than I did in January, February or March.
I guess something had to give, and it looks like daily writing has (so far) been it. I hope to get back on track with it, but I won't make a promise I can't keep. And it's not like I'm going to get punished for skipping a day or two here and there.
I do, however, feel punished when I get off track with the food. Not just with an uptick in my weight, but with aches and pains. This time it's my left knee. And it would be so easy to blame the additional miles, but you know what? I'm not going there.
I've been eating grains. Specifically crackers and bread, and not the gluten-free kind. Fortunately the next Whole30 begins tomorrow and yes, I'm looking forward to jumping back on the bandwagon.
If I KNOW that gluten causes me problems, then why do I cave? I've been under some stress lately, personal things that will work themselves out, and as any of us who suffer from emotional eating issues knows, food will take care of stress, right? RIGHT?
Um, not right at all. And I know that. But if it's there, and I'm feeling sad, mad, tense, etc. – I'll eat it.
So the trick is for it not to be there. I know it's not fair to my husband, but I'm going to ask him to keep his damned bread out of sight. At least for the first couple weeks, until I start feeling better.
So there you have it. Too much tension = too many bad choices + too few blog posts. I'll get to work on that.