Seriously, January is the worst month. Especially if you happen to live in Utah along the Wasatch Front where the air is so thick with pollution you practically have to dig through it. It is a dark gray-ish brown and there are health advisories against going out in it. Awesome. We usually combat it with a trip to Palm Springs in mid-February, and I cannot wait.
The gray is especially awful today as I slept through my alarm (thanks to a Little Miss So and So who decided it was awesome to wake up at 3:00 in the morning) which means I missed my morning workout. It is now very evident to me that I need exercise every single day to feel okay. I am going to try and go when Vegs is done with work. I would just go for a walk w/ the kid, but the 19 layers of smog is keeping me inside.
I'm becoming so much more aware of how my emotions play into my weight. For example: not enough sleep, no workout, gray skies, lonely times = me wanting to eat a deep fried bucket of everything, followed by 97 milkshakes. I'm in need of a grocery shopping excursion, so the house is pretty much empty of anything edible, so I drove and drove and drove (because, hey, if you can't beat the polluters, join 'em. I don't really mean that, but clearly that's what I've done) in search of something to eat. I finally settled on a falafel sandwich and some dolmades from a local Greek drive-through. I was proud of myself for not indulging my desire for a whole cheese pizza or nineteen cupcakes from The Chocolate, but still not thrilled with my choices. I ate the dolmas first, thankfully as they were the lowest cal option and filled me up, then I got about 2/3 through my sandwich/side of rice and was done. So, I guess at least when I'm eating my feelings I am being slightly more conscious about it. If I could see the border of any of the clouds I'm sure I would find a silver lining.
We move on. I'll try to cook something healthy with some greens in it for dinner, and I'll try to go to the gym when the kid goes to sleep tonight. But January can still bite my ass.