Maybe if I'm Really Good...

...the pity fairy will put one of these under my pillow.

I have had a couple of horrible days at work, of the variety where I have to remind myself that "we do not cry when we're wearing our grown-up clothes." Home? Not much better. About the only redeeming value to this week is that since Monday was a holiday, it's short. That said, I have to disclose: (1) I set a really big goal for myself last week as far as getting to a regular exercise schedule and kicking myself into gear; (2) after a week, I pulled a muscle in my calf (and also in my hip) doing something unrelated and stupid so I couldn't really walk all that well, much less stick to the schedule; (3) I got discouraged; (4) I had a bad week wholly unrelated; and (5) I went for the cookie dough.

Over the past year, we've all talked a lot about the emotional response to eating - good and bad - and I never really thought much about it. Other than occasionally wanting (but being able to refrain from eating) certain foods after a rought patch, I didn't really connect with the idea because truth be told, I'm an impulse eater, not someone who eats their way through adversity. At least that's what I thought.

So now I'm looking for novel ways to come up with an alternative game plan. So far, I have used the following as proxies: (1) spit-shining the house, (2) washing curtains, drapes, and other things too big for the washing machine but that will fit in the bathtub with detergent and Oxy, (3) leisurely strolling (leg still hurts), and (4) Hugh Grant movies.

I'd love to hear what the rest of you use as stress defusers/distractors. And I promise, I will stop whining and being blue soon. Promise. Promise. So let me hear what works for the rest of you so I can get a jump on that promise.

Muchos besos to my co-bloggers,
Lisa