Day 3

The late night eating went very well last night. No food after 8:30. But as night follows day, my anxiety monkey reared her ugly head and threw a tantrum because she was offered no treats.

I tossed and turned, unable to fall fully asleep. In my head I knew that if I went to the kitchen and filled up on carbs and dairy, it would lull me to sleep. But, I resisted at the expense of my “get plenty of rest” rule.

I tried to fight the good fight before bedtime. I read a few pages of a book while soaking in the tub. I meditated. I was in bed with the lights out at 10pm. But the What-Ifs took over and led me on a fun filled joyride in my head until dawn.

So, now what?

I must keep the momentum going with my food choices and 8:30 cut off. And tonight I’m going to try my anti-anxiety pill in addition to the other rituals I tried last night.

My theory is that once I’ve established a routine, once the anxiety monkey become accustomed to being no longer plied with treats, and once I establish an exercise routine, it will get better. I have about 30 years of doing to un-do, but I’m sure as hell going to try.

I’m still congested and coughing, so no exercise for the next couple of days. But I will get there. I will.

On a brighter note, my pants felt looser this morning.

 

41.4 carbs so far.

 

Anxiety monkey: