Weigh-In Wednesday and Same Ole Song and Dance

279.0

I'm up .5 this week, but considering I've not only fallen off the wagon, but I am actually under the wagon....I don't guess that is too bad.

The funny thing about me is that I don't really snack. I'm not addicted to food. I only on rare occasions do what I would call binge eating and this usually involves Girl Scout cookies (which I can't seem to stop at just one...or...four...or the whole row...) or a bag of M&Ms (which is and has always been one of my "comfort" foods). Okay, I also overeat macaroni and cheese too...but it's sooooo good!

My problem or rather my real problem is that I go for convenience over healthy eating and if I want a certain food then I am going to have that certain food. I'm not going to choose a healthy option over what it is I really want because at that particular moment in time....I just don't care.

I'm also not exercising. I go from not wanting to exercise to not having time to exercise to not having the energy to exercise.

I think I'm feeling this way lately because of stress. This crap with the husband who has to talk about finances every....single...freakin'....morning.....is doing me in. Today, he reminded me that I had agreed to have a financial "meeting" this Saturday (I honestly don't remember saying that --- I may have said that just to get him to shut up....).  I've tried to stall out on that until the following Saturday (23rd) because I am hoping (once again) that my new and improved work schedule will have kicked in by then and I can shut him up for a while. Today is actually the day I'm trying it out and so far...I feel pretty good about it, but I'll have to see how my day progresses.

Anyway, the only good thing about the whole situation is that I finally see what he is doing and how he starts trying to wear me down to do whatever it is  that he wants. This morning, when I said I thought we needed to wait until the following Saturday to "meet" he started in saying something about how maybe I don't care to sit down and talk (which I seriously...at this point...don't), but this was obviously a passive-aggressive move indicating that I have to meet or I don't care about us. The problem is...I do care about us, but I'm tired of the game playing he does and this time he needs to be the one to change. For once, I'm only going to think about myself.