After a long few days stuck inside due to rain, I was in desperate need of a pick me up last night! As a SAHM of two very young ones, rain can seem like a punishment meant just for me.
So last night after my husband got home, my only desire was for some time alone and a huge meal. I wanted to drive somewhere and eat alone in my car and reeeellllaaaaaxxxx.
I know... disordered eating.
I could just taste a way too big burger and some kind of ice cream treat to finish it off.
But I knew as soon as I got back home I would feel embarrassed and overly full... and guilty. And then in the morning, the scale would remind me of my weakness. So I told myself no. I have to eat here at home with my hubby. Not alone and in secret like I'm having an affair with food.
And it felt good. Really good to not succumb to that urge. I woke up to sunshine this morning. A little reminder that the stress and rain will pass and I'll never regret a healthy eating choice. It's not just about food for me... It's about the dysfunctional habits that surround eating.
Chip away at them little by little. Baby steps!