BiPolar Week

This week has been dubbed "BiPolar Week" by myself as a result of a very horrible circumstance followed by a very terrific circumstance many years ago. Because of this being a very emotional week for me, I usually just eat my way through the whole thing, not caring, because I'm just trying so hard to be strong and make it through the week for another year. And, food seems to be the only constant "happy" thing for me during this time.

This year, I made some changes. First, instead of "being strong", I decided to let myself feel the emotion of the bad part. It was not as bad as I thought, and not as draining as "being strong"...go figure. I was heavy hearted for about 24 hours. I allowed myself to talk to Kevin about what I was feeling, and by the grace of God, he is one of the best listeners I know. I ate well until dinner, where I had a combo meal of lazagna, chicken parm, and corkscrew noodles with a carbonara sauce. Oh, and don't forget the blackberry sangria. I love Carrabas!!

Now, here we are today, 2 days later, with the flip side of the emotions, and usually a dinner celebration occurs involving Chili's fried cheese and molten chocolate cake...only :-) I've celebrated this way for 14 years, and this year, year 15...I ate leftovers and went to the gym. Why...because I really feel like The Mick is going to give me a hard time if I don't go to the gym. If I went to Chili's, I wouldn't have had time to go to the gym.

BUT...let's talk about these leftovers :-) Sausy brisket, AHA mac and cheese, and Bush's baked beans. Left overs from the Super Bowl party we had last weekend! Also, I had a feast at a work meeting yesterday. It was all healthy...hummus, cucumber salad, pita bread, curry chicken and rice, green beans. I ate some of all of it though, so the portion is what got me. I didn't eat dessert, or any of the candy laying around. I've eaten very heartily this week, and I'm sure the scale says it...I just haven't looked! I'm on schedule with my workouts though, so hopefully, that will help some.

OH, and let's not forget, that in the middle of bipolar week, the adoption agency called and asked if we would be willing to expand our age range from 0-6 mos to up to a one year old. Sure, why not. They wanted to know "before they spoke to the birthmom." Being considered by a birthmom just adds that "little flare" needed for bipolar week to remain the most emotional week of the year!

What a week! And tomorrow's only Thursday!