I Need a Do Over!

In my arrogance, I didn’t think I’d end up on a binge over Christmas.   After all, I’d done so well all month!   That ended Thursday night.    Again, in my arrogance, I thought I’d pop out of bed this morning, exercise, and get back on track today.   Not so much.   In my grazing today, I pushed aside all the important information of my previous post and just blindly followed my craving to eat.   (I am definitely going to reread that post…a little preaching to myself is what I need.)

I don’t do so well alone, apparently.   I do love my time off…but I prefer Ole Boy here with me.  I should have gone to Weight Watchers…I didn’t.  I tried to go yesterday, but because of a half inch of snow, no one with keys showed up, just me and one other chick.  The roads were completely clear, but such is the way of life in the deep south:   Snow?  Go quickly!  Buy milk and bread and stay home at all costs.   I don’t really want to weigh...but I have already paid for it, so I may as well “man up” and go.   

Tomorrow when I get up, the first thing I’m going to do is spend a little alone time with God.   Then I’m going to get on that dreadmill…even if it’s just for 10 minutes.  I am certain, though, if I do get on it, I will walk longer than 10 minutes.   While I’m there, I’m going to working on memorizing a Bible verse.  Or two.   Or more.

I’m watching “Hoarders” on A&E.   It’s completely unrelated to this post…but ding-dang!   I have so much for which to be thankful!

I didn’t even get dressed today until after 1 p.m.   After I got dressed, I couldn’t figure out why I bothered.   Even though I’d eaten all day, I just plotted a way to go eat Mexican tonight…and may I say I didn’t have to twist Ole Boy’s arm too much, either!   And I am miserable.   I fully understand at least one reason gluttony is a sin…it just hurts so bad…in more ways than one.

I do NOT intend for tomorrow to be a repeat of today.  I’ve lost my mojo…it’s one of those things I couldn’t understand how I got it, not sure how I lost it, and am a little unsure of how to get it back.   So I’ll depend on Grace, not myself, to make the change and the right choices for tomorrow.   Starting NOW.    Also, I won’t kick myself for the last five days of binge eating.  

I only have to worry about one day at a time.

I can, after all, do anything for a measly 24 hours.