So my eating is terrible, my motivation is appalling and my lifestyle leaves lots to be desired.
I never know whether eating the wrong things makes me feel bad and sets me off on a path of depressive thoughts – I definitely suffer from the carb fug after eating, and the GP reckons this is because I often go long periods between meals and my sugar and insulin balance is screwed up. But I do turn to food to numb me when I feel stressed out. I can manage OK when I have company but when I am alone it is so difficult not to salve my soul with toast. And then I wonder if I could only exercise more routinely I would be happier.
Anyway, I’ve been asked to trial a fitness tracker which monitors my activity. I need to be honest with it about food. Past history tells me I will be filled with enthusiasm until I have a few busy days at work and then I will falter and forget about it – BUT I have committed to giving feedback after a month so I have to stick it out for that long 🙂
Anyway. I also am fairly determined to start by being kinder to myself, something which this blog was started to help keep me focussed on. Early bedtimes are my project of the moment.