I think I will just start from Thursday and work my way forward. I meantioned on Friday that I just didn't feel up to posting on Thursday. I woke up and was just not in the mood to do anything. I get blue here and there, especially when I do as much ot as I have been. Coming home to my chores knowing I only have a few days at home before turning around to go back to work just gets to me. The house never seems to stay clean, it always seems to be a mess when I come home. My husband picks up after himself but I just seem to find things I have to do. It just makes me sad. So most of Thursday I just tried to power through it and clean. I got most of it done and relaxed with my son some.
That afternoon Matt came home and we set off to town. He had a meeting and I need to go to the grocery store. His meeting was down the street from Fry's so it made sense to just go together. We had some time to kill so we stopped by the mall. This is where my day started to take a turn for the better. Matt knew I was down so he got a me an Orange Julius without me even asking. I love me some Orange Julius. I knew I could fit the calories into my day so it was all good. Then he had a coupon for the daycare at the mall so we dropped X off and went Lunar golfing. It's basically glow in the dark mini golf. It was so much fun.
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My shoes at Lunar golf |
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Matt's hat. Go Kings Go! |
By then it was time for Matt's meeting so I dropped him off and went to Fry's with X. He screamed the entire ride to the store because he didn't want to leave Matt. I was able to calm him down before we went in but he just kept throwing fit after fit in the store. Screaming at the top of his lungs. People stopped and stared. I use to wonder how kids could throw fits like that and why their parents didn't have control. It was so hard, I wanted to lay down and cry. X just wasn't happy with anything. Plus Matt's meeting went late and the ice cream I got him melted in my trunk. But I didn't binge once. I ended up with a deficit of 1330. I was proud I had made it so far with my emotional eating.
I was wrong to think that I wouldn't even emotional eat again and life was quick to show me this. Friday morning was good. I built a tent with X and we went camping. I even made room in my calorie count for smores. I was having a good morning. Then my mom called. I've meantioned my parents are going through a nasty separation. They don't get along but want things to be friendly so they feel the need to get together for lunch and dinner. Just to fight and make things worse. Thursday morning they got togheter for breakfast, fought and my mom stormed out. She drove like a mad women and ended up getting into a crash. Her car is probably totalled but she seemed to be fine. Just a little sore. I was handling this ok. It stresses me out when they fight, I don't want to pick sides and just want them to leave well enough alone. It makes me angry that my mom keeps putting herself in these situations. In the last month she has driven under the influence, broken a lot of collectubles cutting her hand in the process and well you get the point. She has a lot to live for and needs to stop being so wreckless. I know it's easy for me to say, I'm not in her shoes. But I'm tired of it. So I let my emotions take control and made popcorn and drizzled butter on. I didn't eat much, I realized I wasn't enjoying it. But I ate more than I should have even after I realized it wasn't good.
Fast forward to Friday afternoon. I was getting ready to go to Matt's hockey game when my mom calls again. She tells me the same story and is talking about things that have already happened like months in the past, like a trip to New York. I immediatly get worried. She had complained of a headache earlier and said she threw up yesterday but that she had the flu. I didn't second guess her but now I was. It sounded like she had a concussion. Then my younger brother called saying mom was acting weird and he was worried. I sped over to my moms and forced her to go to the ER. I didn't want X to see all of this and luckily my grandmom showed up. I ended up going to Matt's game because I didn't have anyone to watch X. I drank a huge Starbucks and ate nasty fast food. Way more calories than I needed. I just didn't want to think and took what was easy.
I found out later that night my mom took a few too many sleeping pills. She says not to hurt herself, just to sleep a few days. I've been suggestion consuling just because she had been through so much. But she won't go. I was up most of the night and ended up staying with my mom to make she was ok.
Saturday my mom seemed better and admently denied even taking any pills. Which worries me even more because if what she told me the night before was true it wasn't a huge deal. Her denying it makes it seem like there was more to it. I spent most of the day with her, she had to grocery shop and run some errands. I didn't want her driving because she was still dizzy so I drove her. She felt bad and tries to make things up by getting me things. So she got me a starbucks and pizza. I didn't want to upset her by saying no. I know I'm going to have to someday, I just didn't feel like yesterday was the day. After that I took her up to my grandmoms to spend time with her. Plus Matt and I are weeding her yard. I spend three hours doing that so hopefully it burned off the calories. I was charging my bugg so I don't know for sure. All I had to eat for the rest of the day was another smore, just to try and get rid of the rest before I come home Tuesday night.
Sorry this is such a blah long post. I wish I had done better Friday at least. Life is going to be hard sometimes and I can't just eat like crap when it is I have to make good choices and think about why I'm eating this or that. I'm definetly a work in progress and I am ok with that
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Thought I'd try and cheer this up a bit with a pretty sunset picture...did it work?! |
Anyone have any tricks for emotional eating?