Happy New Year

Comfort food. I spent one week eating it. We went to New Mexico to my parent's house for Christmas and I got to eat my mother's cooking again. Let me tell you, that first morning when I took a bite of biscuts and gravey and then a big bite of Bread and Butter Pickles, I cried. Seriously. Tears running down my cheeks crying. It has been almost 10 years since I was allowed to visit my parents and the love in that breakfast was overwhelming to me.

And I broke the no sugar thing and ate my mom's praline candy. All of it. By myself. And the raisin pie she made just for me. And the butterscotch one. But I shared the chocolate pie.

And I had fun and enjoyed myself and had no stress. And we made plans to move me away from the abuse and horribleness that encompasses my life as soon as I get the health insurance needed to make the separation feasible.

And I felt good the entire time.

Then we left and with each mile that brought me closer to Utah, I got sicker and sicker and the anxiety welled up and I felt horrible. My head hurt, my stomach hurt, my heart was pounding. My kids started complaining about how horrible they felt and my one son that started smoking in Iraq and hadn't had an urge the entire time we were gone, started craving and needed a nicotine patch.

After all of that indulgence, I was afraid to step on the scale the first morning back. I was pleasantly surprised to find it read only 2 lbs more than it had before we left. I usually fluctuate 2-3 lbs up and down due to my hydration levels and that sort of thing, so I was happy.

My foot is healing and feeling pretty good so I can start back on the treadmill now. My son moved his Marine gear so I can get to it, so I will start a new routine on there. I am also toying with some new recipies and food ideas. I'll share as soon as they solidify in my mind.

I do have one question. Has anyone seen or heard anything about the new Sketcher Shape up shoes? They are ugly and pricey, but if they work like I have heard, I can deal with ugly.