Once again, hubby's 4-day "visit" persuaded me to completely throw out all semblance of order and MODERATION. Well, actually, I think until last night, I would have done okay at maintaining, even though I didn't write anything down.
But last night was pure binging ugliness.
The night before weigh-in is always my biggest struggle and add to that the emotional eating that almost always happens the first night hubby's gone, and you've got a disaster of epic proportions.
So it stands to reason that I'm finishing off this challenge with a GAIN of 1.2 pounds. Blecgh.
I'm finding after the busy week I had ending Sunday night, that I'm just drained. I've got no energy, no focus, and I just don't care about anything! Which, of course, includes attempting to eat in moderation.
I think part of my problem is a spiritual problem. Again. After spending a few months in turmoil and struggling with conviction, now that I've found out why all that was happening and what the point was, I feel myself coasting again and not spending the same kind of time in the Word and in prayer as I did before. I'm not hungry for it anymore, which saddens me. Last week, I chalked it up to being insanely busy and having a bajillion things to do each day to keep the house running while I organized the church Christmas program, but this week it's just pure laziness.
So I think my goal for the next several weeks is not specifically quantitative, but rather qualitative ~ I want to feel my stomach rumbling before at least one meal each day (preferably two) and I want to dig back into my quiet time with God.
I want BOTH kinds of hunger back!!