[[Side Notes: Calorie Counting and Giving Thanks
I notice this every time I go on a vacation: I don't count any calories and it never crosses my mind. I enjoy my food, eat the things I want to eat without guilt and move on. But when I'm at home its like I'm sucked into this trap of needing to know how many calories I have consumed. I spend hours trying to avoid it most days but come dinner I usually break down, count everything up and from there decide what I'm allowed to have for dinner. Its a ridiculous pattern I can't seem to break.
I don't know if it's the holidays going on right now that is making me so anxious about food, or that I can't run. It's probably both, along with having to see an abundance of people I don't see often that could potentially drop a comment (that I'd probably take out of context) and rattle my nerves.
But I think on top of it all, I'm bored. And when I'm bored, I eat. I'm trying my hardest to come up with things to do, like go for walks, start scrapbooking again, go birding, read tons of books, and so on...but I can only do that for so long. I'm a restless person, and without the ability to really break a sweat and not continue to hurt my leg/hip, I'm at a loss.
There is one thing that was brought to my attention before Thanksgiving by my counselor and I have yet to really recognize and give thanks to: Whit.
Rereading and discussing some things with my counselor has brought to light that I am most comfortable when I am with him. I don't worry about calories, I don't worry about my clothes, I don't worry about what I look like or should, and am able to smile more than frown. I know Thanksgiving was last week and I should have given thanks to Whit then, but better late than never, right? I'm so thankful that Whit came into my life and has brought so much comfort and confidence that I have been missing for so many years. I can only hope for so many more years like it...
Who were you thankful for this year? ]]