I think the food cravings are mostly gone now, after a couple of days back on track. Geez, sugar gets in and doesn't let its hooks go easily. I am going to a weight lifting class tonight at 5:30.
I feel pretty good about how things are going on the food front, even though my weight isn't moving down quickly. I know it's not a race to get skinny, so I'm not letting the slowish pace get to me. I'm excited to start taking the classes at the gym, and I love the yoga DVD and can't wait to do it again (it is Yoga Challenge 1, Hatha Yoga with Tony Sanchez. I ordered it from Amazon.com).
I have been reading a ton of escape books all summer. I've become addicted, for want of a better word, to the sci-fi/fantasy genre (magic & medieval times, werewolves, shapeshifters, beyond-reality stuff). I never thought I'd like this type of book, but I found a couple of good authors and now I'm hooked.
My kindle makes it way to easy to read one after another. I don't have paperbacks piling up, I don't have embarrassing book covers to hide, I don't have to wait until I get to the bookstore or library for another one.
I know I use the books for escape. I am not reading them to the exclusion of doing my job at work or at home. My house is clean, my bed linens are clean, our hampers are empty, my kitchen is clean. I'm keeping myself and family well fed and cared for. I'm working out. I'm sleeping 7 or 8 hours a night.
So, I guess you could say my 1 to 2 hours of reading a day is no big deal. Except I was thinking on the way into work today--what is it that I'm escaping from?
Part of it is the shear responsibility of being a wife and mother. Some days I just don't want to be either. Part of it is a (small) mid life crisis, I think. Part of it is a dissatisfaction with life in general, which sets me up to feel guilty because I am so extremely lucky and blessed to have the life I have--how dare I complain or want something else?
I don't have any answers. It's fodder for therapy next week.