Apparently I was about three days behind on my candy eating breakdown. What is ridiculous is that the stress that encourage my random grabbing of a piece of chocolate EVERY time I entered the kitchen was not even directly my own.
Not one, but two, count 'em two of my sisters-in-law called this week to vent to me about marriage problems with my brothers. I suppose this is what happens when you are the oldest child and give a shit about everyone. I'm not complaining about the calls. I love being part of a family that shares the shit with each other and helps one another, but I seriously need a different outlet for dealing.
On top of that I've decided to get a jump on Christmas gifts this year. We are cheap-o's and make most of them, so in the evenings when I considered jumping on the rebounder while I watch a little Nip/Tuck(this is my current DVD series) I was easily swayed to paint and cut fabric instead.
Week one is nearly over and I've made some progress. Not nearly what I would have like, but some is better than none so I will not berate myself and enter the circle of candy once again. Tomorrow my husband is working double overtime so I plan to pick up the running schedule again on Monday. My son is wanting to join me and I think I will let him for a little accountability. If he is planning to run he will not let me back out too easily.
To a not so awful week one,and a better week two.
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