Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Fat Tuesday


How is it we got to the beginning of Lent again? It seems to have snuck up on me. Yesterday I started my fat Tuesday celebrations having my plumbing checked. The good news is I won't need surgery for endometriosis, looks like I ruptured a cyst, the bad news I did not feel like exercising, but wanted to drown my sorrows at Starbucks.

So we went and cashed in some free drink coupons from Starbucks. (At least I didn't spend money, Dave Ramsey.) Got the biggest wickedest thing I could: Raspberry White Mocha Frappuccino. Nice. Then we snagged the kids from preschool and got Big Macs for lunch. Oh Yeah.
But it made me feel bloaty and gross. Luckily, I have a wonderful husband who made hamballs for dinner with rice and peas pilaf. So Good.

I love food.

But food and I don't have the healthiest of relationships. Or rather it's I am an emotional eater. I eat when I'm happy, I eat when I'm sad. I go out and spend money on food when I'm stressed. I'm stressed because I'm bloaty, fat, and broke. It's a rather vicious cycle.

Today is Ash Wednesday, the beginning of Lent. Traditionally, we try to give up some vice. I can't give up food. But I need to give up being stupid about it. Sometimes we take something on. I think I'm going to take on exercising again. I've been lax to say the least, i don't feel like it, so I don't. At the very least I could go for a walk, yet I don't. I'm going to. I'm tired of feeling like the Bloat Princess, and I need to get my butt in gear. So I'll be giving up fast food, and taking on daily exercise. Something every day, even if it's just a shoulder rolls and a jog to the mailbox. Maybe that'll help. Wish me luck. Maybe next year I'll celebrat Mardi Gras instead of Fat Tuesday.


Suellen said...

I hear you with the food issue. Food is my go to for EVERYTHING. I'm working on it, but I don't know that it will ever be gone. It's so hard.