Happy Monday!

WOW! was I in a BAD mood this weekend and this morning! Why I was so disgruntled is hard to pinpoint. I guess it was mainly because I feel like I'm stuck sometimes. Sometimes I feel like a loser being 30 years old and living with my parents. I would say still living with my parents, but I spent enough time away from 'home' that the still isn't so necessary.

This is when I realize that there are so SO many more important things out there in the world than how I or others feel about my still being 'stuck at home'. I'm sure there are plenty of people in, say, war torn countries who wish that at least one member of their family had a nice house with a good roof and could take them in. Instead of feeling sorry for myself, I feel lucky that I can sleep with both eyes shut at night instead of worrying about rebels breaking into my house and raping my whole family.

Where does this rant come from in regards to dieting you ask? Well, I don't think this whole 'journey' to break out of prison (as Tracey said) is just about food. It's about getting to know myself, sorting out a lot of pent up emotions and teaching myself new habits.

Since my last post, my Grandmother passed away and things were a little hectic and needless to say all the new eating habits went out the window for about 10 days. However, that's not what's important. Falling off 'the wagon' is not nearly as significant as the ability to get back on. I read something recently that said this same thing; something like 'falling off the wagon is not a big deal, as long as you're still chasing the wagon and eager to get back on'. So now I'm back on. I went to Curves 4 times last week and tonight for the first time this week and I ate pretty good too. Oatmeal for breakfast, soup for lunch, and 'a sensible dinner' is working well for me. I have myself trained so that I don't even really consider anything else for breakfast when I'm on the way to work and so that I don't really even snack that much between breakfast and lunch or in the afternoons anymore.

See the Emme . . . Be the Emme . . .