It's The Weekend

So, it's here...the weekend. 

While I LOVE weekends, they are also my arch nemesis when it comes to my healthy eating plan. During the week, I take only what I'm allowed to eat for the day with me to work and once it's gone, it's gone. When I'm at home on the weekends, there is an entire room of food that sends me subliminal messages all weekend long!!  Friday nights is always a "dinner out" night...it's our weekly tradition. Granted, I know that going out to eat isn't a free pass to eat one of everything on the menu and trash the hard work I've put in all week. BUT my old habits tend to start talking to me and before you know it, I've had an appetizer, entree, and dessert. Saturdays I will shape up and do good...until dinner. Sunday is pretty much the same way. It goes back to my attachment to food. Weekends are for relaxing and I relax with food. And then of course there is the other fallout from making bad choices: the emotional side. Another thing that you may not know about me is that I have something called Anxiety Depressive disorder. What exactly does that mean? It means that I have anxiety attacks from time to time. It means that there are some days that I have to fight with every ounce of my being to even get out of bed and function. I take medicine every day and I'm not ashamed of it...it's part of who I am. I am proud of the fact that I don't let it define me. I will share my story with anyone who asks. That being said, it can be a complication when I have a setback in my journey to get healthy. While most people can "shake it off" and get back on track, I will have an internal meltdown because I had too many calories. In my logical mind, I know that I'm not perfect and that's ok...and that just because I had a bad diet day doesn't mean I can't pick right back up with the next meal. The wackadoodle side of me takes a little bit to come to her senses. Sometimes there are tears. Sometimes there is anger. Sometimes there is frustration. What I've got to work on is not letting that side throw me off track. I am determined. I am a fighter. I will not be beaten. I will tell that wackadoodle to shut the hell up and I will keep going! Baby steps. Slow and steady wins the race.