I feel fat. And the second I hear myself think those words, some voice in my head says, "Fat is not a feeling."
Luckily, that same voice also says, "Go exercise," and "Relax," and "Don't worry about your feelings, just worry about your behavior."
(All the same, I should have stopped at one handful of walnuts last night, but that is water under the bridge. I am moving on, not back. No need to abandon the cause just because I foolishly ate straight out of the bag instead of fixing myself a small portion.)
It's Monday (almost). A new week, a new chance to start afresh.
Update: First thing Monday morning (which, unfortunately, was very early for a "holiday" morning), I weighed myself. Since Thursday, I lost another pound, so all that gloom and despair of "feeling fat" was all for naught. Feelings are unreliable. Actions count.
Luckily, that same voice also says, "Go exercise," and "Relax," and "Don't worry about your feelings, just worry about your behavior."
(All the same, I should have stopped at one handful of walnuts last night, but that is water under the bridge. I am moving on, not back. No need to abandon the cause just because I foolishly ate straight out of the bag instead of fixing myself a small portion.)
It's Monday (almost). A new week, a new chance to start afresh.
Update: First thing Monday morning (which, unfortunately, was very early for a "holiday" morning), I weighed myself. Since Thursday, I lost another pound, so all that gloom and despair of "feeling fat" was all for naught. Feelings are unreliable. Actions count.
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