This week saw me fall off the wagon big time....
I had my chocolate days, and my eating junk days, but none of the foods tasted
particularly nice. I kept trying to get back on track, but I was messing. By today, I was
driving the boys to ENRG, and I craved Almonds and my body was screaming out for water.
But I gave it coffee and chocolate. Yeuk. It tasted so awful, but in my mind it was going to
taste divine.
Back to the gym I went, and had gained almost a pound. This seems ok, considering I was
off my programme, I only had one visit to the gym, and no walks. My hip is in agony, and
I feel so distracted with it.
But, enough of the messing. I worked out on the upper body machines. I'm worried about my
hip, it has been going on a little too long for my liking. I've been in pain since last November.
And I came back to half a litre of water, I washed the dishes, and cleaned out the car.
Strangely, when these things are done before morning, I feel so much more focused, and am
so much more likely to succeed for the rest of the day.
I'm also bursting with creative ideas, and have no-one to bounce them off. This feels frustrating
to say the least.
Tomorrow, we will meet up with Morganna and go to Imaginosity, and then head to Leopardstown Market where I will use a voucher I won at last year's Homebirth Conference, worth €50. I can't wait to have loads of fresh organic fruit and veg.
When I leave to go to the gym, Saul often waves goodbye and says 'I love Ya', but sometimes he
says, 'Bye, Annah, you love yourself', and this is what I need to do. To do these things because
I love myself.....