This whole thing with my husband is really pushing all my emotional eating buttons. Some days are better than others at dealing with that but... I've been feeling pretty good food and exercise wise for a couple of weeks and have generally making good choices and all is well. That's not changed, I'm still feeling pretty good - but I didn't have the best couple of days food-wise. Not awful, just not great. Yesterday was worse than Sunday - but... okay. I'm not going to beat myself up over it. I'm light years ahead of where I'd be a few years ago - hell, last year at this time. I got up this morning feeling back in control (and really I didn't feel like I'd lost control so much as I was just doing a little wallowing I think, if you know what I mean).
But seriously people... I weighed 193.6 on Saturday morning. I worked out on Saturday, but not on Sunday or Monday (can you say hangover on Sunday and I just didn't plan well enough on Monday). But this morning.... I weighed in at 201.4. Can we say that again... 201.4. That number began with a 2, not a 1. That's 8lbs in 3 days. I got on the scale this morning, knowing I'd see a gain, hoping it wasn't as bad as 197. (I knew there'd be some extra water weight because I had some guacamole with chips for dinner last night). But seriously. 201.4. How is that even possible?
Anyway - jeez. I'm not even all that stressed over the number because it's just so ridiculous - onward and downward.
On another topic...
Teddy calls me when he gets home from school and says:
Hypothetically speaking (this is never a good way for my son to begin a sentence) if Jack's bike were to be hanging from the opened garage door, hypothetically speaking, sort of dangling there by a handle. I'm not saying this has happened of course, but hypothetically speaking - if one were to see a bike hanging from an open garage door... um... what might one do about that?
Me: hypothetically speaking, how might such a thing occur?
Ted: hypothetically speaking I might plug in the code to open the garage door and when the door opened the bike might have gotten caught on the handle and just gone up with it.... hypothetically speaking.
Me: Close the door.