Me vs. Food - Me:0 Food:1

Well, folks. I have no self-control. Seriously though, I did a lot better yesterday making conscious good decisions about my food intake than I did on Day 1. So I have some self-control. We'll say my self-control is building. Okay.

Day 1: I went 1,402 calories over my daily goal intake.
Day 2: I went 1,440 over. Actually though, I would have been right at my goal if I hadn't broken down and had a cup of Starbucks. Which, even with non-fat creamer, has over 500 calories in it. And a few drinks with my dinner... Vodka Sours. Definitely contributed to the overage. BUT SOOOO YUMMY.

Now, I do know that losing weight isn't just about counting calories and carbs, BUT I have to make myself accountable for the amount of food that I'm eating just because I'm stressed. I will never be able to maintain a healthy weight and lifestyle if I don't force myself to break the habits of eating even when I'm not hungry. And apparently drinking things that I'm not supposed to... Like anything other than water... :/

I'd say yesterday was an OKAY day.

It would have been a GOOD day if I had made time for an hour of exercise.

It would have been a GREAT day if not only had I exercised, but not had that stupid Starbucks as a snack or alcohol with my dinner.

Now, I'm struggling with setting a time of exercise aside in my day. I kept telling myself, that I would "make time for it later" aaaallllllll dddaaaaaayyyyyyy lllloooooonnnnng. I didn't. I cleaned my house. I folded laundry. I washed dishes. I fed/bathed/dressed/cared for my children. But not once did I make a point to engage in a physical activity. I just kept putting it off. So today, I am going to take the kids to the park to hike on the nature trail after lunch. Maybe we'll have enough fun that we can make a habit of it. That would be great.

In other news on the home-front: My son called my daughter a bitch yesterday. We DO NOT use this kind of language in front of our children, so I seriously doubt that he actually knows what it means. I asked him, and he said he didn't know, and that he doesn't know where he heard it, or who said it. Basically he's not admitting to anything. We had a discussion about how adults sometimes use words that aren't very nice, and that "bitch" was one of those words. I explained that it was not a word that he should use, because it can hurt people's feelings, and being the compassionate little fellow he is, he promised not to say it again because he doesn't want to hurt people. I REALLY hope he follows through with that one. I'm hoping I handled it the  way I should have. Being a parent is certainly complicated. Lol!


P.S. Oh yeah! I almost forgot about the "before" pics for my journey... I did take some, but I look a hot mess. So... just. Be warned.