Punchy Break

No nap as delicious as the one on the living room couch on a Saturday afternoon in May when it's not too hot and not too cold and Punchy is with her good young grandma for the weekend* and Sugar is resting on the top of the couch and Dan is coming in and out while cheerfully doing gardening tasks. Good night. *When Punch is here, I'm worrying that she didn't put her helmet on to ride her blue Hoverboard or Razor scooter--and I pop outside to check--or that she went over to the next block to ring her friend's doorbell, etc. etc. 

TCOY

1. Morning support group
2. Walked 45 min.
3. Gardened.
4. Nice dinner out w Dan. Did fine without bread and butter, alcohol, cheese, pasta and dessert. Cuppa cappuccino. I find I can listen calmly and focus and be more present for family and friends when not in carbohydrate frenzy. I still feel fear and other emotions--those don't vanish--and those are the emotions that make me want to reach for sweets. For example, I started worrying about something last night and then reached for some of Punchy's junk I had put in the freezer. But I had told myself when I put it there that I would throw it out if I ate it again, so after a couple of bites, I did. I have to stop and breathe and realize that I cannot control life and it can be messy but God has a plan. Overeating will only stuff down my fear, not remove it.