A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
~The Bible as adapted by The Byrds 1965
This past week has been super STRESSFUL. So no surprise that it ended on the note that it did. Yesterday...was my time to weep, today is my time to laugh...at myself.
Yesterday was a beautiful day. Birthday celebration for the nephew went off without a hitch, well almost ;)~! Sister in law is having another BOY!!! LOL. She's disappointed, but he will be just as great as the other three! We had a great time, though and then the littles started getting restless and it was time to go home. The food...well, it was more of a challenge than I had expected. I knew it was coming so I tried to prepare myself. I only had 298 calories before I left the house and I thought that I could get through it and control myself. I was only partially right. Started off with a small salad and cottage cheese, you know fill up with good stuff and moderate the bad. I then had two small baked chicken legs, a very small portion of spaghetti (maybe .5 cup probably less) and then I met the devil...Garlic Cheese Crust. I had one. It was fantastic. As I sat there and watched the buffet mentality play out...mainly in my hubby. I got lost in it. I got another plate another chicken leg and two more pieces of garlic crust...ugh. Then I topped it off with a small soft serve cone and a very small piece of cake...WHY??? Because I was weak and I faltered and well...it's over and I will acknowledge this mistake, tip my hat to my weakness, and MOVE ON. Today is another day and I REFUSE to foster an environment within myself that will set me up for sabotage or FUTURE mistakes.
That was my second and last meal yesterday, no snacks later, no small dinners. DONE WITH FOOD.
So we drive home...Erica is CRABBY ABBY...put her to bed. Autumn watches some tv, I check the blogster for comments, do some laundry, decide to clean the bathtub.
We have a garden tub with jets, so when cleaning, I like to fill it, add bleach, and then run the jets, disinfects and makes it easier to scrub (little household tip).
Helped hubby work on business ad for newspaper. Helped Autumn play online Scrabble with her Nana. Started working on Beautiful People blog. Responded to my FULL NAME being shouted from the bathroom followed by "What is this?" "What is he yelling about?" As I ran through my bedroom and my feet started hitting the swampy carpet, I remembered the darn bathtub. Filling for between 30-40 minutes. Water on the bathroom floor, water on my bedroom floor, water running down my basement walls, my exercise equipment floating towards the floor drain, and my favorite, water running from the seams in my duct work from the COPIOUS amounts of water that were filling my floor registers.
Ugh...is there anything else that I could say, other than scream and dramatically cry about ruining the only nice thing that I own...totally destroying my 1 year old house? Jim and I quickly went to work drying the floors and moving furniture in the basement to keep it safe. Let me tell you folks, how lucky I really am...I was being sooo hard on myself. I was sooo upset. Jim never once yelled at me, FOR ME, yes, but never AT me. He said, simply, it was a mistake and nothing is RUINED. He formulated a plan to dry everything out and went to work. When the drama had ended for the night and the lights were out, he rolled over and said "I guess you have something to write about tomorrow." "Jerk!" I replied and laughed at the same time. He responded simply with "and all is right with the world."
Today's weight: 280.8. That's all I have to say about that.
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
~The Bible as adapted by The Byrds 1965
This past week has been super STRESSFUL. So no surprise that it ended on the note that it did. Yesterday...was my time to weep, today is my time to laugh...at myself.
Yesterday was a beautiful day. Birthday celebration for the nephew went off without a hitch, well almost ;)~! Sister in law is having another BOY!!! LOL. She's disappointed, but he will be just as great as the other three! We had a great time, though and then the littles started getting restless and it was time to go home. The food...well, it was more of a challenge than I had expected. I knew it was coming so I tried to prepare myself. I only had 298 calories before I left the house and I thought that I could get through it and control myself. I was only partially right. Started off with a small salad and cottage cheese, you know fill up with good stuff and moderate the bad. I then had two small baked chicken legs, a very small portion of spaghetti (maybe .5 cup probably less) and then I met the devil...Garlic Cheese Crust. I had one. It was fantastic. As I sat there and watched the buffet mentality play out...mainly in my hubby. I got lost in it. I got another plate another chicken leg and two more pieces of garlic crust...ugh. Then I topped it off with a small soft serve cone and a very small piece of cake...WHY??? Because I was weak and I faltered and well...it's over and I will acknowledge this mistake, tip my hat to my weakness, and MOVE ON. Today is another day and I REFUSE to foster an environment within myself that will set me up for sabotage or FUTURE mistakes.
That was my second and last meal yesterday, no snacks later, no small dinners. DONE WITH FOOD.
So we drive home...Erica is CRABBY ABBY...put her to bed. Autumn watches some tv, I check the blogster for comments, do some laundry, decide to clean the bathtub.
We have a garden tub with jets, so when cleaning, I like to fill it, add bleach, and then run the jets, disinfects and makes it easier to scrub (little household tip).
Helped hubby work on business ad for newspaper. Helped Autumn play online Scrabble with her Nana. Started working on Beautiful People blog. Responded to my FULL NAME being shouted from the bathroom followed by "What is this?" "What is he yelling about?" As I ran through my bedroom and my feet started hitting the swampy carpet, I remembered the darn bathtub. Filling for between 30-40 minutes. Water on the bathroom floor, water on my bedroom floor, water running down my basement walls, my exercise equipment floating towards the floor drain, and my favorite, water running from the seams in my duct work from the COPIOUS amounts of water that were filling my floor registers.
Ugh...is there anything else that I could say, other than scream and dramatically cry about ruining the only nice thing that I own...totally destroying my 1 year old house? Jim and I quickly went to work drying the floors and moving furniture in the basement to keep it safe. Let me tell you folks, how lucky I really am...I was being sooo hard on myself. I was sooo upset. Jim never once yelled at me, FOR ME, yes, but never AT me. He said, simply, it was a mistake and nothing is RUINED. He formulated a plan to dry everything out and went to work. When the drama had ended for the night and the lights were out, he rolled over and said "I guess you have something to write about tomorrow." "Jerk!" I replied and laughed at the same time. He responded simply with "and all is right with the world."
Today's weight: 280.8. That's all I have to say about that.
"Today is another day and I REFUSE to foster an environment within myself that will set me up for sabotage or FUTURE mistakes."
ReplyDeleteNot to sound like Charlie Sheen...but those are some WINNING words. Seriously!!!
Go, girl! Go!
Wow. I thought I had a bad day. Girl, today is new and just think how clean your floors are now! Hang in there.
ReplyDeleteUGGG!! What a drag. What a lot of work all because you did something we all do, get sidetracked. At least you got after the clean up right away, and together, so there won't be any long term damage. All that work probably burned of a significant number of the calories you didnt plan on eating at the party...I like the comment about the clean floors Lanae...lol.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely, supportive man. I find I have all the criticism I need from me...I sure don't need more from anyone else...but what I don't have is that nice reassuring presence like you clearly have. You are indeed lucky.
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