I feel on a pretty even keel this week. I've been trying to concentrate more on working while at work, feeling that fooling around on the computer leads to guilt, which leads to eating. Last night I had brief "what the heck" binge thoughts on the way home from work. Tuesdays are always a problem for me. Working 11:45-8:15 just screws up my eating, no matter what I've tried so far. I need to keep trying new things, I guess. Anyway, I was hungry on the way home and wavered on whether to eat or not. I really had already eaten what I'd consider a full compliment of food for the day. I had bingey thoughts. When I got home, I decided to have a smallish snack. Luckily, while I was starting to eat, R came downstairs and started talking to me. I thought "DO SOMETHING DIFFERENT!" and grabbed the paper and went upstairs with her. After my snack I was still a little bit hungry, but didn't really want to eat more (being 9pm and --okay -- feeling that I "shouldn't") so I just went to bed.
I'm feeling apprehensive about tonight -- Wednesday is another problem day for me when T goes to basketball. I'm trying to decide whether or not to take the girls to church for Ash Wednesday services. They really need a bath and I'm not sure we'd have time for both, but R asked me yesterday if we were going and said she really wanted to. How can you not take your child to church when she wants to go? Maybe we'd have time for a short bath after church.
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