Not Working

It's the dead of winter and I'm struggling. Intellectually I know what I need to do: track what I eat and move more. When did the intellect ever assist someone struggling with her weight?

This is an odd way to begin a post when the topic of this week's Weight Watchers meeting was positive self-talk!

Actually, I have been engaging in positive self-talk. I've been telling myself that despite having gained over 10 pounds since my WW low, I haven't given up. I still attend a Weight Watchers meeting every week and get weighed. I still attempt to track for as many days as I can. And I'm still trying to use my Points wisely.

The weeks and weeks of working 6 or 7 days & 50+ hours per week should be behind me. The note of doubt is because just as I was anticipating having true weekends, I had to fly out to Michigan to stay with my dad for three weeks. He took a bad fall and I went out there thinking I was going to have to arrange assisted-living accommodations for him. The good news is he's doing much, much better and can continue to live independently. The bad news, which is not really bad news relative to Dad's good news, is that I had to work the entire time I was there and I'm feeling just as tired and stressed as when I left town.

So now I have to start over once again. I worked long hours for so long that I'm having trouble letting go in the evening and on weekends. That's the first order of business. Once I'm comfortable not working, I can find interesting, non-food ways to enjoy my time not working.