Warning: I'm not my usual sarcastic, witty self tonight. I'm sad and don't feel like pretending I'm not. So if you choose to read this just know it won't make you laugh. I'll be back, though, don't worry.
Why am I so grumpy? Because our dog got lost today and we still haven't found her. Her name is Miley and though she's not the smartest dog out there, she's adorable, faithful and sweet as can be. I'm sad, angry and afraid for her. I know she's just a dog, but I'm a Vigness and to us there is no such thing as "just a dog". (If you've met my dad you understand this).
So why am I writing about this here, in my weight loss blog? Because I allowed my emotions to take over my food choices and opted for a high-calorie, fat-full dinner at a mexican restaurant instead of the healthy baked chicken we were planning on. The correlation? I have no clue, except for this is what I do when I'm stressed - I eat. Then of course I feel horrible afterward and the cycle continues.
I'm going to break the cycle this time, though. I screwed up tonight and ate through my feelings. Tonight is going to be hard because the Spicy Chicken is out of town and Miley sleeps next to me, but tomorrow I will wake up and get back on track. I will eat my healthy yogurt, fresh fruit and whey powder for breakfast. Then I will spend a few hours searching for Miley on foot (she ran off after a deer while off leash biking with the Spicy Chicken in the woods), head to Clay for the first day of my new program, throw down a healthy lunch and then head back out to search for her again.
'll find her and I will be healthy at the same time. Tomorrow.