This morning I weighed myself. 12 weeks into my pregnancy I am only up one pound. That is if the scale is correct. After that discovery, I have felt compelled all day to 'treat' myself...maybe some frozen yogurt later, or cuban chicken or a few small halloween size chocolate bars. I feel as though I now have room...to get away with SOMETHING. I might want to figure out what that something is. It might be a key.
A chance to have things my way? A chance to be gentle and forgiving of myself? A way of taking care of myself, the way indulgent parents take care of overtired, cranky, despairing toddlers?
Last night as I went to sleep, I came to a fuzzy conclusion about some connection between feeling taken care of and seen and overeating at meal time, my biggest problem area. Do I feel invisible at meals? I know I feel swept up and distracted. I will pay attention in the coming days.
Goals tomorrow.
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