Some of my toughest days are when I'm sure I'm failing as a mom. When a road block of behavior arises and you don't know what to do. Moms are supposed to know everything and do everything and make everything better (hence the cape, right)?
I had a pretty strong heart to heart with myself tonight and gave myself a pep talk over and over again. "One taste" "one bite" "one sandwich" "one meal" "one day" "one week" "one month" of crap eating never hurt anyone, right? But that's the way it snowballs. It just gets bigger and bigger until every shit I give is completely gone and then there is a little voice that says "wait a minute" "slow down". A little whisper that says "you're better, stronger, more powerful than that" "what about the cruise?" "What about the dress?" "What about.......life?" And then there's this clarity and s renewed sense of determination. The truth is....I don't want to the fat mom anymore. I don't want to be the one who restarts a million times. I don't want to be the one people think of as not reaching her goal. And I resolved a long time ago (11 years to be exact) that I wasn't going to be a fat bride. I failed miserably at that 8 years ago and if someday I get the chance again, I don't want to fail twice.
I want the energy, I want the pride, and I want the self esteem and it's not going to just show up out of the blue on its own. I have to WORK for it. Haven't I always said to not take the easy way out and that I'm going to bust my ass? I encourage people to be their best and do their best all the time and if I were to cave and indulge....just once....that's not MY best.
Today.....tonight....stress in over drive, I did my best. I vented, asked for help and ate the last of the damn pumpkin chili!
Tonight I can sleep peacefully knowing I really DID do my best.



