My goal for today ... just four glasses. Not the entire amount I'm supposed to get, but hey, it's a start. And remember, on the past days I've jounralled here, I've barely drunk one, let alone four. So for one week, I am challenging myself to drink four glasses of water a day. And guess what? I made my goal! Hurray!
As for eating, I've been a bit of a garbage can today. Cleaning up the kitchen, I find a chocolate here, a cookie there, and instead of putting them away, I eat them.
I remember back when I was first married and struggling with a little post-wedding-day weight gain. My Aunt Jean, an incredible wise woman who counselled men and women with eating disorders, what I could do. She suggested gauging my hunger on a scale of 1-10. One was starving, while ten was so full you would burst. I don't remember the details right now.
What I do remember is how she said that anything else we eat, past that happy, satisfied feeling (around a 7 on her scale) was just garbage. And she looked at me and said "Do you want it to be garbage in the can, or garbage in your body? Are YOU a garbage can?" I was shocked, and of course I said "No way!"
I'm sad to say that today, I am a garbage can. My feeling as I'm hoovering up the kitchen and throwing stuff away into my stomach? DISGUST and WORTHLESSNESS.
But I did drink my four glasses of water, darn it!
