Learning to embrace the animal I am

So yesterday was ok. I exercised, ate ok. Avoided temptation pretty well. I did east myself into a mini sugar coma when we got home with a big bowl of vanilla ice cream with melted pb on top. Woke up at 5 am on the couch and dragged myself to bed.

I got the IR Diet and started reading it. I’m going to try it. It makes sense. I told the man I don’t want to go up and visit his family today as I need to make a meal plan for the week and I don’t want to be rushed and grumpy about it all. I also have to go into work for month end for a bit so I can do all that while he’s gone.

I don’t think he was thrilled but he’s ok with it. I think it’s hard for him to be overly supportive since he’s not ready to do anything about his own health or weight yet. But I’ll be planning meals and they will be linked and eventually have the opportunity to be balanced depending on the serving sizes. I can’t control what he eats and it will only be one meal a day with the potential to be balanced but maybe it will make enough of a difference that he will start making some changes of his own. Or not. I love him and I’m seriously worried about his weight b/c he has that classic heart attack shape, but I can’t make him do it.