Friday

Culinarily speaking, today was pretty uneventful. Yesterday, Chris grilled some chicken breasts. I ate them for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

By lunch, I had run out of tomatoes. They didn't look good at WinCo yesterday, and today's weren't much better. Instead of getting yucky big tomatoes, I got a nice-looking little container of grape tomatoes. They were a nice addition to the dinner salad.

After work, we went to the Y for some swimming. At our Y, the swimming pool is at what I'd call basement level. Overlooking the pool is one of the cardio workout rooms. People can do the stairmaster or treadmill looking through windows out to the pool. And vice-versa. I had a new and unfamiliar feeling. It was a surprise. While swimming and looking up at the machines, I honestly felt like I wanted to go upstairs and work out. (Wha?!) I know! I never in my life thought I'd ever feel like I *WANTED* to work out.

On Wednesday and Thursday I received some very disappointing information (about 2 different topics). And while these topics aren't specifically related to weight-loss, I'm someone who used to take comfort in a pint of premium ice cream or giant-sized candy bar. Or potato chips. Or Cheetos. Hurt, sadness and disappointment are bad enough on their own. I wasn't going to add guilt to the equation. I practiced some new self-talk. "Eating is not going to make this better." "I'm going to handle these feelings without making a poor food choice."