One Step Forward, Two Steps Back

Sighhhh
I am trying to lose weight (blah, blah, blah). I'm trying to do it to look better, to get healthier, to fit better in clothes, to fit into smaller clothes, to enjoy going clothes shopping again, to feel like I garner more respect, to make my husband proud of me, to make my children proud of me, to look and feel sexier and younger, etc., etc., etc.

So two days ago I did a good job. I exercised and I ate heathfully and watched my portions. I felt good going to bed and even better when I woke up. But yesterday was a tough day. Both boys were home sick from school and instead of resting, they decided to pretty much spend the day fighting - yelling, hitting kind of fighting. So I was moderating arguments and fights all day and feeling stressed out and kind of defeated. So yes, I ended up eating too much, especially by the end of the evening. I made a good dinner that I hadn't made before - orrechiette, broccolini (or asparation) and proscuitto. We had wine with dinner and it was all delicious. I had seconds and later in the evening polished off the left-over proscuitto.

So this morning I woke up feeling bloated and lethargic. My oldest son is still home sick and I didn't end up exercising today. I'll try my best for the rest of the day and evening and get back on the saddle tomorrow. (Is that the right metaphor - I tend to get my metaphors mixed up)