This week was a success. After a bad start on Tuesday, I weighed in and found out I had lost over 3 lbs for the week. I have now lost 32. So while the day was crappy monetarily, it was good physically.
I am finding losing weight cathartic. I am dealing more honestly with issues instead of eating my feelings. I have been so accustomed to ignoring how I felt that I just ate when I was upset. Now I acknowledge the feelings and try to move forward. It isn’t easy.
The next month or so are typically emotional for me because there are dates that mark the anniversaries of big events. The anniversary of my parents’ deaths are coming. The anniversary of my failed marriage is coming. Then there is Father’s Day and my grandmother’s birthday (She is gone, too). It’s hard to acknowledge those things and not let myself self-medicate with food. But I am going to do my best.