From Cocoon to butterfly

Whew, tonight was a rough night. I have to admit, I did fall off the wagon for a short time yesterday night. Fell right in the hole and knew I was doing it and knew that I was suffering from my trigger of frustration. Nuts, I could have gone around it but I let myself go down that road around and fall in that hole again! But I have a plan for next time that happens so working on that. Today was our psuedo christmas. The kids are home, don’t have to go to school so we do christmas for them. We had allt he family here and extended family and friends here so it was a full house but good. Had no problem keeping on plan during lunch and then went to classes to give them finals and yeah, finished all the classes and now I have free Saturdays for a month! Yipee!! Ok, back on subject. Went to my daughter’s ballet class and was getting hungry since it is late. I was doing alright on my thinking UNTIL the mother , thin person already) breaks open chocolate first and offering me some , gee, thanks lady, and then a bag of cookies! Ok, just take a hammer and zonk me on the head. That started the craving sbig time! I got through the class without killing her, only envisioning it. But as I am going home, all these thoughts of what snacks we have at home and what I want are running through my head. I get home and eat my supper. Ok, hunger is taken care of but I still have those urges. So, I get a cup of coffee. Doesn’t help too much because I still have all these people and kids in my house so frustration is still there. So, confession time. I told my husband he has to help me because I want to eat so bad. I asked him to keep me out oif the food and junk because I really wanted it and then went back for another cup of coffee. Now, some might say that my husband should not be the food police but that is not it. If I really wanted toe at it, he would let me but I asked him to stop me because I knew should I reach up to get such and such stuff, he would ask me if I really wanted that. Still allow me but just the thought of him asking me , well, I am too proud to do that. IT would be admitting I did not have control over myself. I know I kow, I already admiteed I did not have control but it is just the thought of it, you know. Well, after telling him this and so on, it worked. Kids are in bed, house is quiet, and two cups of coffee down, I feel much better and hooray, I did not eat the snacks. They are stll there but I thinkt hey went to sleep because they are not calling my name anymore.

So, confession is good for the soul and also for the diet. By asking for my husband’s help, it kept me in control where I felt I could not do it myself. Maybe I will use him more often this way.

I am joining a Valentine’s challange on another website and looking to be 125 for Valentines, one hot babe!! Maybe I will put on my goal outfit for my husband’s valentine’s present. (don’t ask) hehehe