Waaaahhhh. No coffee makes me not want to move.
My artificial energy is missed oh so very much.
It's why I would like to cancel this morning and just go back to bed.
Me today.
It's been over a week (except that 1/4 cup I sneaked but didn't feel I needed so didn't finish.)
I will say I haven't had near the amount of headaches I used to have which is awesome.
I guess I traded energy for way less headaches.
Pretty good trade :)
I also notice that with my morning workouts, I'm not nearly as tired in the afternoon.
I used to (going on over a week lol) take a nap while the kids would
watch a movie or they would even nap because of a morning
of swimming or being out and about.
I'm pretty sure I am on the verge of screwing my insulin balance forever. I would get what I
joked as "Carb comas". Not cool. Anytime I would eat my over-share of carbs I just wanted
to crawl in a cave and sleep forever. I would OD on coffee to get myself out. It is bad cycle
of self food abuse.
One of my sisters posted this on one of our Pinterest boards we share.
It is so true. I admit I definitely abuse food.
I do it based on my feelings of depression, anxiety, stress, etc.
I can even use it to soothe my day even if it was just extra busy.
I have many reasons why I'm stressed, oh goodness do I.
But don't we all?
I won't list them all obviously but I do know it started when I had problems with fertility.
I had three miscarriages (per the Dr), one more later on that I didn't go to the Dr. for.
It just made me so sad because, while I did have Olivia, I didn't think I could have anymore, and maybe I was disappointing my husband.
Selfish and naive, I know thinking back on it but when you have a child with severe special needs,
you do dream of a child without them. Also my husband is a rock star and very understanding but it was very early in our marriage so I internalized it.
Thankfully I had two more babies, completely healthy and all is complete with our family.
By that time I was so used to over eating and not caring about it I let it go.
WAY TOO FAR.
I suppressed it all, opting for my therapy through food and the calming effect it had on me.
Now I realize it was all a lie. The effect was short-term calming and long-term damaging.
I have to just realize I need to
From now on I'm going to give exercise a chance to replace the over eating.
It's way harder than it sounds.
Oh lord, the sounds of the kids screaming from upstairs is my first test of the day.
"Mom!!! She's slapping me with her towel"
"Mom!!! He deserves it, I want to play with his skeleton"
(Don't worry it's a puzzle)