When Saturday rolls around...

it's weigh in. This week I lost 0.7. Not much but it's something. It's been a tough week, busy. And I'm tired. And Si is dealing with chronic tonsillitis so that makes me even more tired. So there are my excuses for not exercising like I'd like. Not to mention the tiredness... just hoping that iron kicks in (see my last post) to make me feel better and that Spring decides to arrive sooner rather than later. I know that will go a long way to an attitudinal change.

And I'm really at my wit's end with my eating. I know exactly how to do it. I can't plead ignorance. But time and again, I do well, and then something happens. I don't really restrict hard. I am not deprived of any one thing. I could say I just can't help myself sometimes but that is a cop-out. I am the one putting food into my mouth at times I just don't need any. I'm not hungry. Why do I do it? I know alot of it is that I am just mad that I have to watch every bite at all. Someday and in some way, I have to figure out how to make peace with that. It's easy to say. Hard to do.

So 168.2 this week... I'm under 10 pounds to my goal of out of the 160's. Progress in spite of the rest. I have to accept that.

I'm also wishing I could write more and think things through. But life is really moving at a fast pace right now. Every morning except Saturday is filled with something. That means my usual writing and thinking time is cleaning time or resting time. And evenings, well, we're into getting taxes and renovations done so I'm on kid duty more than I am used to, and then helping with the other projects. Life is just TOO full right now. I wish there was time to breathe and take care of me. But I can't feel guilty about that too. I will not give up on trying each and every day to do something healthy for me, but I can't feel guilty if I'm not here on anywhere else when life is so full. I can wish for space to think, but right now, I can't make it a priority except by stealing here and there.