Committed

I honestly don't know what to write today. I've made a commitment to myself to write 5 of 7 days every week. I know that I do better managing my eating and my fitness when I journal. I skipped breakfast at home this morning, and grabbed a granola bar. I ran around for an hour before work trying to get things together to transition to my new (old) job in a week or so. Lunch was more of the same, but I grabbed a chicken sandwich mean from McD's on my way back to the office. Leftovers for dinner, and a diet coke. I'm writing now instead of raiding the pantry for something sweet. Tomorrow the H and I go to the gym at 6:30. I like going with him, but I miss the solitude of hitting the gym (or a neighborhood wog) alone. I start the new gig, I'll have to be at work an hour before he has to, so I'll get the solo workouts back at least a few days a week. I have to make my own commitment to the gym to go it alone again. I'm ready, I think. I downloaded a workbook to try and help myself manage my bingeing. I am still uncomfortable with the idea of therapy, but I am warming up to the idea, especially if I am unable to gather the tools necessary to manage my eating and my health on my own. I'm also reconsidering the tattoo idea. I want to get "I Am Enough" on my left wrist. A reminder for myself that I don't need food or constant validation. It feels more right than any other idea I've had. And I think that perhaps the ritual and the permanent reminder will be good for me. Somewhere I can always, always look in a moment of weakness or temptation. But right now I'm going to watch Glee with my husband. :)