Saturday, June 05, 2021
Lest I should think I have cured my relationship with food, I need to remember this week--the last week of school in a pandemic--where I lost nearly two months of progress in my weight loss. I got to the point where I was eating whatever I wanted, drinking whatever I wanted, and not even attempting to track anything. I concluded I was too stressed for that and just needed to get through.
The whole time, I knew I felt better when I felt in control and as though I were making progress towards my goals. I went into "survival mode," though, instead. Something to keep working on, and I'm back on track today.
I'm really grateful to my wife for doing things like getting me a massage yesterday as a healthy way to care for myself and for looking up a walk for us to go on today when I finish my work. I really appreciate her care, creativity and support. At transitions like the end of the year, I can feel pretty emptied out, paralyzed or stuck, and I want to work on making better choices for myself.