Wednesday
We’re home from the hospital and things are going much better but my eating is still way off track. I had my plan in place this morning but allowed myself to be pulled off course because when I took my older son to preschool this morning (a special treat for me because I never get to take him) he ran out after me crying because he wanted to give me another hug. This just magnified the guilt I always feel when I’m in the hospital with our younger son. Of course I know I need to be in the hospital with Kyle but that’s a hard thing for a 4 year-old to truly understand. My biggest fear is that Justin (our older son) just thinks that I love his brother more.
A million carbs worth of emotional eating later, here I sit. Tomorrow I should be able to fit in a workout and I WILL stay on track with my eating. I have to do it tomorrow because otherwise I’m afraid that I’ll slide through the whole weekend eating poorly because I can always start over on Monday. I don’t want to lose all of the ground I have gained over the last few weeks. So I will make sure that within 30 minutes of waking up tomorrow that I will eat a hard boiled egg, my usual breakfast. Then the rest should follow more easily.