Resolutions

So overall, things are going well for me in the weight loss department. I bike to work (9 miles each way) a few times per week and (after two months) I think I'm finally getting the hang of Weight Watchers. During the last few weeks, the pounds have been melting off me.

Aside: it's an odd sensation to have weight coming off so easily after working so hard and seeing so little results for so long. I don't quite believe it's real. It's making me kind of giddy.

It's going well. Except for about once per week, when I'm very tired from a workout or I was especially bored at work or something. When my defenses are down, the rest of the tart d'alsaice or chocolate cream pie starts looking mighty tasty. It happened last night. I had a very dull day at work, no progress on my or Guy's job search, an especially windy bike ride home and no money to spend on the things that I'd really like to do thing weekend (buy cool stuff at the Renegade Craft Fair or sign up for my favorite biking event.) I are a reasonable dinner, and then stress-ate the rest of the tart and some ice cream.

I know it's not a binge by eating disorder standards (it was only, like, 300 calories) and I'm still losing weight, but it's something I'd like to try to remedy. My New Year's resolution for 2010 was to find a constructive way to deal with my stress, and overall I think I'm getting better. But there's clearly room for improvement. Maybe I can set aside enough money from our tiny budget to get a student massage at the massage therapy school (the students are much better than I would have guessed) and try to think of a cheap way to broaden and bring a little glamour to my broke-ass life.

And definitely get more sleep. I suspect that will make everything better.