Yesterday went well, until the evening. I got upset with my husband over something so stupid--me having to travel to New Orleans today to watch him play tennis. I was already booked for my UDC convention and then his tennis team made the state championships. The convention was here in town and I couldn't get off work to go out of town with him. I just should have said "darn, can't make it" but I didn't. Instead I put together a complicated plan to get a rental car and drive there.
Of course, this required me to miss even more of my convention, but I was OK with that. At one point I had arranged for a friend to drive with me to the airport to pick up the rental, drive me to New Orleans, and then drive himself home in the rental. I would ride home from the tournament with my husband. We would connect on Sunday to return the rental. This was a great plan because I really, really, really am anxious about driving in New Orleans.
At the last minute my husband (without consulting me) ended up riding to New Orleans with another teammate. So now I have to drive myself in the rental, because we need to have a car in the city. With the ever-present danger of rain delays (all of Friday's play was cancelled due to rain) we can't take the risk of missing Mass on Sunday.
So last night, after my UDC banquet and presentation, I had to drive myself--on the interstate, in the dark--all the way to the airport to pick up the rental, and then all the way home. I was a basket case by the time I got into the house. And mad. Mad at him, mad at myself for not just saying "no" when the team first qualified for the tournament and I realized that I couldn't take off from work and travel with him. So I ate. I at the new potatoes that were on the plate at the banquet. I ate the lemon square and the cookie we were served for desert. Once I got home I ate 2 big rolls with butter, a bunch of Jordan Almonds, and a few mini-candies that were in a treat bag.
But today is a new day. I still have to deal with the stress and anxiety of driving to New Orleans, but I'm determined to make the best food choices that I can today. They may not be perfect. They may not even fit my new-and-preferred way of eating (who knows what they will have at the tennis courts) but I will make each decision consciously and in full control of myself. And that's a victory.
Weight: 322.6
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