Wrong Way!

Turn back, woman! I'm heading in the wrong direction--or perhaps there is a conspiracy afoot to discover the pounds that SOME others have lost. I don't want them, but I can't claim to not deserve them (or rather, have earned them).

I have been unemployed for a couple of weeks now and my upbeat, non-bitter attitude has been a bit strained at the seams. Hence the uncontrolled eating. I am trying to remind/convince myself that gaining weight is not going to help me find a job, but so far I'm not buying that. Oh well. This is a new week, another opportunity to crawl back onto the wagon and do what I know I can do: stick with the plan. Almost all the trigger food is gone now, and I'd have to leave the house to get more. On the plus side, I've somehow strained my left arm and it makes driving a bit difficult, so a joy ride to buy crap is not as likely. And I'm trying hard to reinstill the notion that the ice cream is not mine but the kids. We'll see how that goes. And no birthday cake will be in the house until Saturday. I will have help eating it, hopefully (I am planning on baking a bundt with my new pan).

Resting my arm now...