This week SUCKED.
I was bad. Super bad.
I ate. A LOT. I scavenged the fridge like a hungry bear almost every day. And to my dismay – nothing new ever appeared in the fridge. I ate peanut butter by the spoonful. Shoved a handful of lentils in my mouth (not at the same time cause that’s just gross). I ate out of boredom. Stress. Anxiety.
It’s also that time of the month, and every since BabyNate was born, the few days before I get RAVENOUS. Like a bear out of hibernation ravenous.
But I tracked every damn piece of food. I walked. Not as much as I would have liked to to erase the damage. But I walked.
The ravenous feelings are gone.
I just hope the scale is kind tomorrow.