A mumu is always an option!

Last week until now....STRESS!!! Huge project at work...Back to School Night...two lessons to be written for church...and a RELAXING weekend away with Laura. Poor Laura...I was anything but relaxed. You know the feeling when you're a breath away from dissolving into tears? That was me from Thursday morning through last night (Tuesday.) In a word - overwhelmed. And how did I combat that stress?

FOOD! Dunkin' Donuts, pizza, fries, M&Ms, you name it. And how did I feel? MORE STRESSED! No energy, blah blah blah.

Yesterday morning I actually rolled over and considered moving to a remote Brazilian locale where fat is revered and mumus are the uniform of choice. I could picture myself plopped daily on top of some huge pile of dirt underneath a scraggly tree, fanning myself lazily with some big type of leaf. The natives would swarm around me, chanting, throwing donut holes at me, and thanking the gods that this fine specimen of leadership had arrived at their village.

Ok, that isn't exactly the image that experts tell us will pump us up and motivate us toward our goal. But I did consider it.

As a desperate cry for help, I emailed Melissa and J. and basically told them I'm going to the gym today and I'm back on the wagon. And then I typed it again (using bold and a bigger font helps, did you know that?) because I didn't really believe it the first time. And then because I was thinking that wasn't enough, I called my workout partner and told her too that I was going to the gym. When I finished telling the produce manager at ShopRite, the guy who parks next to me in the parking lot, and the woman at the bank drive through window, I was pretty sure I was on the right track.

And now I'm home after the gym...sweaty but feeling optimistic that I might be able to repeat this tomorrow. Now, who can I tell?....