On this day

On this day, February 28th, I was 99% of my best sense of self.

My activities and behaviours reflected my self care.

I woke up, had my coffee and started my detox plan.

It didn't leave me feeling optimistic as I am already running low on all three elements.

So I went to ebay and bought another kit AND 2 bottles of the daily maintenance on this same program.

Continuing to feel righteous, I put on my sneakers, grabbed my IPOD and went for a 30 minute walk - OUTSIDE. My timing wasn't optimal as school had just gotten out an I had chosen a route that passed not one but two schools. It was fine, shin splints have a lot to say but by the time I got back to my house they seemed to be loosened up.

I had my lunch which was SO healthy and I liked it - what a bonus. I had a Veggie burger on rye bread with American Cheese. It was good. Then I had 2 almod cookies form the chinese restaurant. The scene of the crime last night. More on that later.

I took my shower, did my hair and makeup and bundled off to teach a kid. She did such a beautiful job on her song for the talent show it brought tears to my eyes. Her dad picked the song out and he's going to be so proud of her.

On the way home, I decided on what I was having for dinner and ate ONLY that.

Then I sat down with my Weight watchers journal and I manually hand wrote out the day. Including the activity.

The simple act of writing it all down made a world of difference for me. I normally use the computerized version of the tracker but honestly that thing has been pissing me off lately. It takes 5 minutes to load, it's slow on any task and, though it looks pretty, it's functionality bites.

So I reverted back to writing everything in my 3 month journal. I feel much better about the whole process now. I find when I am journaling things just fall into place.

So about the scene of the crime...

I broke down and had chinese last night. I ate more than I should have - a lot more. When you imagine how much that is - double it. It was a lot. Ok Maybe not double it - but it was a lot for me. I felt horrible afterwards, depressed, fat, tired, angry at myself. THe actual damage wasn't bad enough to warrant that kind of reaction. So I released it, decided that tomorrow I would do better, had a bath and a read and then I went to bed.

I won't be chinese for awhile I bet.

But more importantly it triggered me to do better today. And now I feel good for tomorrow.

One day at a time. ONe Meal at a time.