That was scary

Last night was NOT. GOOD.

I gave way too much head space to a work issue that I allowed to get under my skin. I felt rushed and anxious before & after dinner and then T left to go to band practice. So I ate my feelings. It was scary how easily I slipped back into that mindset.

Today I shared my frustration with a colleague who listened. I'm going to trust that the right thing will get done. I'm not going to allow myself to get into a frenzy over silly things today. And I am going to get back on course.

I was up 1.2 pounds after the weekend, then another 0.6 from last night. Sigh. May spend the week shedding that, which sucks, but is better than adding more to it.