Day 62 - The agony of weigh in eve

Oh...I hate Tuesdays almost more than I hate Wednesdays (weigh in day)! I sit and agonize over whether I did enough to drop even half a pound. I dream that I get on the scale and there is a massive weight loss, only to realize it is a dream! Oh, the pressure! Have I mentioned that I don't handle pressure well? Why? Because my trigger for wanting to eat is stress and pressure...well, also sadness, boredom, depression, hunger...make it stop! Yeah, so basically, I love to eat no matter what I'm feeling. Not good!

I will say that I have managed my emotional eating rather well this week. We won't mention the cinnamon roll, Braum's hamburger, and fries that I had over the weekend...darn! Did I mention that I stink at keeping secrets too? So, my eating wasn't unbelievable, but it wasn't bad either. I ate well, so I rewarded myself (maybe a little too much) by having some foods that I craved. Oh, how I wish I could crave a salad! I did exercise (I love the bike) to make up for my "You're doing great, eat a hamburger and fries day". Hopefully, my cheat day wont kill me! Please, oh please!

Yesterday, I again exercised through osmosis by watching Dancing with the Stars! I had no idea that their was another dancer on the show with my elegance and grace. No, I'm not talking about Pamela Anderson (though I see the resemblance...hopefully some men are reading this). My dancing double is none other than...drum roll please...Buzz Aldrin. Yep, I have the elegance and grace of an 80-year-old. What can I say...I'm inept. I admit it, and I embrace it! While I may not be a dancing diva or light on my feet, I can make people smile and lighten their day. Hum...does this make me an American Hero? I may never have walked on the moon, but I have eaten a Moon Pie...does that count with NASA? More thought provoking questions tomorrow!