Eating makes one happy

Last week was a testing one, where our babysitter had to take a whole 4 days off, which basically meant the whole week. The timely arrival of my mum meant that she could instantly become babysitter for 5 days which was such a blessing however it meant for a week we lived a proper nomadic life where early mornings, food preparation, bottle cleaning, nappy changing, spare clothes packing, walker folding and potty cleaning jobs were all done at super fast speed at a god forbidden hour in the mornings so we can take little Arvis to his granny's before work. And the end of the day I'll walk over to mum and dad's, or stop by the old office for some extra work, then dinner, talks and more packing before bundling little Arvis off to home in the dead of the night while he sleeps. After 4 days of this happening, plus a huge, impromtu family gatherng involving more washing cleaning, packing and serving, it was getting pretty tiring.

During all this I decided to go on a little diet because having no babysitter meant I wasn't able to exercise after work or in the evening because of the exhaustion, so cutting out on food was the best solution, or so I thought. I even went as far as to record all the things that I ate and any activity that I did. Taking 208 stairs to the 9th floor in the morning and after lunch was to my mind a small victory, however I was not prepared for the lack of food.

I had always suspected and said that I cannot do diet, I prefer to exercise and eat my chocolate. This I filly accept now. The exhaustion, sleepiness, irritability, lack of concentration is not worth the effort of trying to lose or even maintain one's weight. A cup of cup-a-soup is not enough for lunch or for snack if it doesn't have a sweet taste that I can chew or crunch on. Sunflower seeds do not keep hunger at bay, it only makes me wait for the next thing that'll pass my lips. And drinking hot water with a slice of lemon is great in the morning, but when you're on your fifth already and it's not even 11 am, you're most definetley still hungry.

Having no energy when you get home in the evening is the worst. There' so much to do, clean, e-mails to write, bills to pay and a husband to pay attentions to. You even forget to have a  shower because you're so tired. Coffee only makes you jittery and sweat and you no longer feel any sense of emotion-ok this is a bit exaggerated, but it seriously felt like the colour was drained from everything that I was seeing.

Then I finally realised and accepted that I enjoy food. Eating what I want and when I want it makes me happy. And if you've managed to learn to some degree to eat in moderation and have a tiny bit of self control you're ok, I promise. Eating makes me happy. It gives me energy. And it lets me exercise. After just 4 days of feeling miserable I suddenly decided to let the invisible strap go, and then I went to two very intense sessions of Pilates on the Thursday and Friday. I couldn't feel better! I ate pizza that Friday night and didn't feel bad, just very happy indeed.
Screw diets, I want some chocolate and look like this too!