Day 2, in my quest not to be mistaken for Santa Claus this year, was nothing to write home about and it was certainly nothing to write a blog post about.
I exceeded the recommended daily number of steps (10,000). and consumed below my daily recommended calorific intake. I literally moved more and ate less. Which, most will agree, should result in fat loss.
Whether it will deliver optimum health is another thing, as better food choices could have been made and walking alone will not make me strong.
But that’s enough of Day 2.
Day 3 is what this post is all about. It was a day that could have had cataclysmic consequences, for an emotional eater, at least. A day that had several small misfortunes, missed calls and some mismanaged finances.
It all started with a bank balance that almost knocked me over. I am not the most lavish of people, but I do waste too much money on frivolous items. Today, I went to take out money for tonight’s Drumchapel Foodbank aiding Great Run Local event and discovered that, while I will hopefully never need to frequent a foodbank, I do need to look at my bank account and trim my spending in addition to my waist.
My day at work did nothing to make me feel better. I had emailed an application for a post with NICE at 2.00pm yesterday and inexplicably but predictably Outlook decided to delay its delivery until 9.00pm last night; four hours after the deadline.
Fate must have known that I was skint as the two colleagues either side of me won the office HASSRA Christmas Bingo and the HASSRA Christmas Raffle. While I do not grudge them (ok, maybe a wee bit), I was very envious of their wins. In 42 (almost 43-yep, that is a hint, Teresa) years I can count on my thumbs the number of raffle or prize draw wins that I have celebrated. I guess I am lucky in love (as long as you discount the impending divorce proceedings).
I received a few more disappointing emails, including the cancellation of an eagerly anticipated teleconference and then HASSRA stepped up and hit me with the mother of all temptations.
Not one, but five of my favourite chocolate bars. I did well to resist the chocolaty goodness and even though I have a wee viral infection, I decided to walk the three miles home and I am glad that I did.
On that walk home, I spied something that struck a chord.
Hidden behind some trees and sprayed on the sidings of the railway line were three words.
Be The Change
Be the person who changes how you respond to bad news, bad luck and a bad day at the office. Eating a box of chocolate bars will not change what has happened.
Be the person who changes how you look at food. It is not a reward and it is not a comforter. Reward yourself with self praise and comfort yourself in the knowledge that tomorrow is another day.
Tomorrow is Day 4 and who knows what emails will await me.
