I guess that makes me a masochist.
My previous post was all about eating crappy-for-me food because I was cold and needed comforting. Apparently the myth of comfort food has been busted by scientists, so there goes that rationalization!
I have NO excuse for going off the deep end now. The furnace is fixed, the house is warm, we didn't break the bank, the Christmas shopping is done, the out-of-town gifts are on their way. One project remains unfinished, but there's still plenty o'time before it gets delivered in person the weekend after Christmas.
Sooooo … if Life is so Good, why am I sabotaging myself and my success?
That's a good question, I'm glad I asked.
Because it's definitely something I need to figure out.
I've a feeling getting a handle on this is going to be a one-day-at-a-time project. Or even one hour at a time.
Maybe I should make it a rule to only eat off-plan when I'm walking. Walking hurts. A lot. And the correlation between eating grains and sugar and feeling pain is unmistakeable. Self-evident. Clearly a slap upside the head.
Or, in my case, a somewhat low blow to the right hip.
