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I have had a rough last couple of days, and I was hoping I would get through them okay, but I didn’t end up doing that.  Everything actually started Monday night and into Tuesday morning with what should have been a happy event.  I got a text Monday night at work that my sister had gone into labor.  We’ve been eagerly awaiting the arrival of my new nephew, and I had a hard time sleeping Monday night because of all the excitement, plus the ongoing text updates.  I had strange nightmares about the baby all night long, and I just slept fitfully waiting to hear if mom and baby were alright.  Tuesday morning I woke up late, had to rush to get ready for work, and ended up skipping breakfast because I was so late.  I know skipping breakfast is always a bad idea, but Tuesdays are my long and physically intense days at work, so it was an especially bad idea.  Finally I get news that my nephew is out and mom and baby are doing great.  Hooray!  I floated through half the day, made it to my lunch break where I made phone calls to relatives and didn’t eat because I had no money on me.  I actually went downstairs to check on something during my lunch break (i.e. I’m not getting paid for this) and that’s where my day went to crap.

I work retail, and I am a supervisor, so I get to deal with any issues in the store.  I get to the counter, and there is a lady yelling at one of my cashiers.  I ask what’s going on, and the lady demands to know if the product she has is on sale.  I begin to look through the ad to check the promotion she’s talking about, and she starts screaming about how the tag is right on the shelf and no one here knows what they’re doing.  Without going into specifics, they continue to give both of us a hard time and yell and talk about incompetence until I point out that the item that they bought is not part of the promotion.  As I fix this problem for them, they stand around and look huffy, but never once apoligize for causing such a fuss and making such rude comments when the mistake was completely theirs.  Most of the time, I don’t let this kind of stuff bother me, but the sheer extent to which they took this really bothered me.  Meanwhile, I get zero backup from my bosses, who were both witnessing this incident.  Anyway, that set the rest of my day on the wrong path, and I got a couple more rude people, including one who told me I ruined someone’s 50th anniversary by not illegally copying some photos from a studio that happens to be right down the street from us.

I finally get home from work, tired and emotionally beat up.  I started to think about my new nephew and got sad because I can’t be there to meet him, to tell him that I’ll always be there if he needs me, and I couldn’t be there for my sister.  My sister is currently living in Ireland, and I can’t afford to visit.  It really got me down because I miss my sister and my 2 year old nephew and now my nephew I haven’t even met.  Anyway, I was feeling sorry for myself and ended up just eating fatty, calorie filled comfort food for dinner and I even drank some pop, which I’ve been off of.  All in all, I didn’t even worry too much about the food, I figured tomorrow is another day.

Later that evening though, I got into a tif with my husband about cleaning.  This is an ongoing battle in our household.  He never helps with any housework unless I nag and nag and nag, and he doesn’t clean up after himself at all.  He’ll leave dirty dishes and food around, all kinds of wrappers and cans, and never helps with anything.  We work the same amount of hours, so I don’t feel like I should do all the housework on top of my outside job.  Everytime we have this fight, he always tells me he’ll try harder, and then he does nothing, so it just seems like his passive aggresive way of saying “Screw you.”  Of course, the fight accomplishes nothing, so my day just ends in a super-crappy fashion.

I was hoping Wednesday would be better, but it wasn’t.  It started out with more fighting, and I called my mom to get support and just vent to her, and  she just blew me off.  I ended up going grocery shopping later that evening, and most of my choices were good except for the 8 pack of reeses, which I devoured half of in the car on the way to pick up my husband from work.  Then I had pizza for dinner, and pop, and then the other half of the 8 pack of reeses.  All in all, the food did nothing to help me feel happy or fix what was wrong, it just made me feel crappier and more depressed.

Today I blew off some errands I had to run and slept way too late and ate a crappy lunch.  I decided maybe I just need to let it all out, talk about this so I can move on from it. Hopefully no one will fault me for getting this all of my chest here, I just need somewhere to do it.

Well, now that I have this all out, I feel a little bit better.  Hopefully it wasn’t too incoherent, I think this is plenty long enough without going into every little detail.  Now I can hopefully move on from these incidents and get back to what I was doing right, and maybe next time I won’t hold it all in and let myself get off track.  I know that these problems may seem insignificant to some, but I have other things going on and this stuff was just the straw that broke the camels back.

You know, I’d love to hear what other people do when they have a rough day.  I’ve always just drowned my sorrows in food, so some suggestions would be great.

I’m officially two weeks into this, and I’m feeling pretty good about it.  I’ve been more conscious of what I’m eating and how it makes me feel overall.  I’ve now gone one full week without any pop (which is HARD for me!), but I’ve also noticed that without the pop and so much chocolate, I’ve also had a lot less heartburn.  I’ve noticed a difference in my energy levels at work when I eat breakfast and when I don’t.  I’m learning what full feels like, since I’ve been eating til I’m overfull for so long.  I actually went grocery shopping the other day and skipped certain areas and aisles so I wouldn’t be tempted to buy goodies for myself.  I haven’t been perfect by any means, but I feel good about what I’ve been doing.  Even if I’m not seeing any outward differences yet, I’m getting something from the changes I’ve been making.  It really helps me to get over some of the humps I’ve experienced, like stepping on the scale today to find out that my husband had adjusted it so it’s now accurate.  I had purposely left it as it was on the first day I weighed in so I would have an accurate measure of what I’ve lost.   But then, on my weigh-in day, I find out it’s been adjusted so it looks like I’ve lost 10 pounds when I’ve only lost like 7.  I don’t even know how much it was off by, so I feel a little cheated that I don’t know exactly what I’ve lost.  Oh well, next week I’ll have a more official number when I weigh in.

Now that I feel more comfortable with the changes I’ve been making to my eating habits, I need to start adding excercise into the mix.  I’m just planning on walking to start out with, anything I do has to include my 18-month old son- and also be free- so I’m a little limited.   Once he eats his dinner, we’re actually going to walk to the store for a gallon of milk, so that’s a start.  Anyway, I’m really excited about all of this, and I can’t wait to see how it all turns out!

Hi all!  I am a little over a week into this, and I’m already facing some challenges with my weight loss.  I have awful eating habits, and I’ve had them for a very long time, so I’m finding it hard to break some of these habits.  I am a chocoholic in the most extreme sense of the word, and I’m finding it hard to pass up on the chocolate.  It almost feels like a physical need with me, as silly as that may sound.  That isn’t my only challenge, of course, but it’s the biggest one.

Anyway, I was hoping to get some feedback from others as to what your biggest challenge is in your weight loss journey, and also how you overcome it.  I’m sure there are some great ideas out there, and I can’t wait to hear them.

Thanks for your help!