Last Friday was awesome. I went shopping and bought a pair of size 20 capri's. My size 24 jeans had gotten to the point that I could slide them off, buttoned up, so it was time to time to downsize. Saturday I went to the gym and got a great workout. Things couldn't be better.... except in the back of my head I knew I had the family party on Sunday, and dinner at Chuck o Rama on Monday for my daughters birthday. I was so worried that I would make bad choices and do poorly.
So I stressed, and ate! Can you believe it?? I finally hit the 240's and then blew it. Sunday, I came home from church just famished. I grabbed the closest thing I could find which was a chocolate muffin. It just went downhill from there, and Monday was not much better. Needless to say, my fear of failure was almost a self fulfilling prophecy. I was so afraid that I couldn't handle the social situations, that I didn't even try, and blew it before people were even at my house.
I am back on track now. I ate great yesterday, and worked out last night. I am trying to learn what I can do next time I am faced with this situation so that I have success. I need to overcome this fear, because I can't avoid living the rest of my life.
Gotta go turbo jam!