Today marked a small step in a huge and constant battle of mine. Late this morning, upon returning from my class, I noticed that I was feeling rather cranky. I had no idea why I was in such a fowl mood, but there is was. Perhaps it was a bit of coffee withdrawal, or the fact that hurricane-force winds were still blowing through my neighborhood for yet another day. I decided the reason was unimportant, and that I just wanted to feel better.
Normally at a time like this, I would find something chocolatey to eat, or quesadilla-ish. My massive accomplishment was consciously choosing to leave the kitchen and ignore the siren song of my pantry. Instead, I leashed-up the pooch and braved the blustery outdoors. I wanted to walk a little longer than I did, but it just didn’t feel safe for my 8 lb. dog, and quite frankly, I’m not a fan of the wind.
Anyway, it was a major shift from my usual pattern of emotional eating, and I am in full-force celebration of this baby step. As it turns out, after the walk, I picked up my paint brushes and worked on a few painting assignments for the next few hours. By the time the girls got home from school and the sports practice driving chaos began, I was in a fairly decent mood and ready to support my daughters with their emotional issues for the day. It is always much easier to be fully present when I am in a good place.