I had high hopes for myself this week. Hopes that this would be the week when I got back on track. Monday was looking real good, until nighttime snacking hit.
I was within my calories by 7pm. I felt good about it. Then, a visitor arrived. It was the roofing contractor popping in the give us a bid for a new roof. Everything went well, and we got the bid. It’s a fair bid. A generous bid, even. Thank you God! It’s still a lot of money for our one-income household. I do work part time, but it’s basically just covering gas money at this point. The job that I work isn’t for the money, though. It’s a true blessing to be able to work in this way.
Still, seeing that big number was rattling. After hours of talking with Nick about it, at 10pm we decided we wanted a snack. Uh oh. We did not need a snack, but this is how it happens, right? The extra calories in my day that add up to extra weight. I didn’t feel good about it, because doing the right thing = the right feelings, and this wasn’t right. This was soothing myself with food.
The more that I share about this, the more I hope this truth comes to the font of my mind when I am tempted to snack at night or overeat in general. I don’t want to soothe myself with food. I turned to the wrong source of comfort in this moment and I didn’t even see it until I was done. Realizing this now, and in the moment, is half of the battle. I’m going to continue to fight.
