Sunday, January 15, 2012
Weigh Day - 43.8 pounds!
Slow, but good.
I figured out that most of my anxiety about our trip is that it is the first time I will have gone back to my home town just for a visit since my dad died almost three years ago.
For many years, I traveled home every quarter to visit my parents and sister as our folks were failing. Mom left us two years before our father. Those were tough years (about seven, if I remember right.)
I'm sure I dealt with the tough emotions by eating. There are a lot of memories - both good and bad - tied up in that place.
Now that I understand more about why I've been feeling so anxious, I feel a bit better. At least I know what I'm facing. I shared the realization with my sweet husband and he was very understanding. I realize, too, that facing my uncomfortable emotions is better than trying to eat them away.
Life is hard. But that's okay. I can still smile. I can still make good eating choices. I don't have to face it all alone. One foot in front of the other....