

Kat, thanks, I didn't read your post until this morning. It is amazingly apt for me today and I am even giggling a little.
I didn't sleep that well. I woke at 1, 2 and 3 o'clock. It took me ages to get back to sleep. I woke at 5.22 and for the first morning since I got Pedro, I did not want to go out for an early walk. I knew this day was coming; that's the reason I started this thread. My head was thumping like I had a hangover and I just wanted to stay in bed all day.
I have messed up with my diet 2 days in a row. I haven't felt the urge to comfort eat at all and there have been 3 or 4 instances this week when previously I would have pigged out on a few bags of crisps. No, this wasn't comfort eating. This was eating because I was happy with an outcome......the visit to the doctors. I cooked a roast for our evening meal. I 'forgot' how many people I was cooking for and did too many roast potatoes. Usually I cope with roasts OK, particularly lamb, because my roast potatoes are never as nice when I cook roast lamb. This time they were nice. I thought just one wouldn't hurt. I don't suppose it did, but the 5 that followed it really messed up my BG in the morning.
Yesterday, I cooked lots of veggies for myself and since the other two weren't coming home till later, they decided to get themselves chips from the chip shop. The portions from our chip shop are huge, they usually get one portion of chips between them. This time they got a portion each....and left loads.....of course they did....... I'm trying to eat low carb so having two platefuls of leftover chips in front of me is exactly what I need. I got a sudden craving for salt and vinegar, and apparently for chips too. No, not two platefuls, 10-12 chips. Enough to make me feel bad about myself.
So that's it. I've messed up and it's not perfect anymore. So I want to give up and stay in bed all day because I am a failure. And that's why I started this thread in the first place. Yes, I let myself down all the time. I hate messing up. I hate ruining things. I also hate letting other people down. I am hoping this last trait will be the dominant one and that I will push through this phase because I don't want to let you guys down. We'll see.
So back to this morning. I
did drag myself out of bed and I did go out walking. Slowly today, smaller steps. I knew I needed to feed Pedro at least a couple of thousand of steps early in the day, because I may not have the time later. He has in fact been fed 4630. If I ever do less than 5000 steps without a very good reason I will probably just give up and walk away from this thread and throw Pedro in the bin. So if you don't hear from me for a couple of weeks you will know what has happened. I am not criticising any of you who do less than 5000. I am not as ill as I once was, I don't work, my family don't need me running around after them anymore. I can at last put myself first and find the time to walk. I know most people don't have that luxury.
So Kat I got home after my walk and read your message and smiled.