Day 19: Caffeine Withdrawal, Emotional Eating and Wind

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.

With love,

Anatheia

 

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Day 18: Ex-In-Laws, Black Tea, and Art Class

Today I am celebrating choosing integrity and self-nurturing as a start to my week. I survived my first coffee-free day without hurting anyone. The caffeine substitute of  black tea and almond milk wasn’t half bad, and no major headaches. My stomach seemed to appreciate shift as well.

The next aspect was helping out a former employer with her art class. She needed a last minute substitite, and although my Mondays are pretty jam-packed, I went in for an hour to help out. This experience was a superb reminder that I am on the right path heading to grad school. I instantly felt my energy drain as soon as the class started and loud, out of control students instantaneously went off task. I glanced at my 10-year-old, who had to accompany me, and she looked just as overwhelmed as I was. It was the perfect moment of, yep, this is NOT where I want to be anymore.

Lastly, I am celebrating reaching out to my ex-in-laws. We generally get a long, but communication is fairly limited to dealings with their grandchildren, and is usually through my ex-husband. The reason for the call was to let them know that my daughter’s volleyball tournament would be in their neck of the woods this weekend. It may seem like a small gesture, but I’m sure it was appreciated.

Not too bad for a Monday.

With love,

Anatheia