Bad Days
(Originally published 23 February 2011)
I really know I'm making
progress now. Work was OK, but it's been a rough evening at home. Frustration
and disappointment over vacation planning issues, with more frustration and
disappointment over the failure of the new resistance cord DVD to offer
modifications for stiff knees.
In the old days, any stress at work or in life was
an excuse to buy and consume comfort food—in my case wine
and chips, or other high-fat foods. Not this evening. OK, I switched from salad
to soup, but chopped and added fresh veggies before emptying the can of soup
into the pot. I made sure I was maintaining my Oases of Order (those small
sections of real estate I have liberated from clutter) in the kitchen while I
cooked. I cleaned the litterbox (one of my daily routines I'm establishing) and
put in my (minimum) organizing time in order to fulfill my Babysteps Brigade
team challenge activity and earn my corresponding Other Goal point.
I wasn't as joyful or energetic carrying out these
tasks as I can be on really great days. And I knew I had a choice to take these
babysteps or not. But I really didn't want to give up on myself and my program—not
even on a "bad day." So I didn't blow anything off; I didn't indulge;
there is still an unopened box of See's truffles, a package of Pepperidge Farms
soft baked cookies and a box of rosemary and olive oil Triscuits in the
apartment! I didn't need to drown my feelings in sugar, alcohol, fat or salt.
And I feel pretty good about that!
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