Yesterday and today have been very bad days. Not because I've fallen off the wagon, but because of other stressors in my life. Mostly family stuff. My heart is heavy, I'm trying to fight hiding my head under the covers or sleeping all day. It's been very tough.
I always try to be the best person I can be. I try to be there for others. I try to support people even when they probably don't deserve my support. I try to make love a priority and hate absent from my life, so why must so much hate always come my way? It breaks my heart over and over again, and I'm not sure how much more I can take.
I'm trying my best to not let these sad feelings affect my eating. So far I've done well. I pulled out the measuring spoons as I prepared my breakfast and will continue to pull them out at each meal. If I can't control other aspects of my life, at least I can control this.