My aunt died. This morning. A person who was a big fixture in my life growing up. She was my mom's sister. I remember my parents going to their house to play cards on a Friday night and us kids got to hang out in the basement and play pool and eat chips and drink pop and stay up way past our bedtime.
I would have sleepovers there with my cousin and go roller skating on Saturday mornings.
When I got the news this morning I wanted to cry. I wanted to eat crap. I really wanted to eat crap.
But instead, I stuck to my plan. I stuck to the workout. This morning it was Day 4 of 21 Day Fix. Even though I hate the planks, the stretching and the distraction never felt so good. I admit I cried at the end of the workout. Just couldn't hold it back.
I had my healthy breakfast, and packed my lunch and snacks to get me through the day. As I drove to work, I wanted to hit the drive thru - treat myself - make me feel better with food. But I didn't. I could have run for a fancy whipped cream, sugary, syrupy coffee but I didn't.
Sitting at work, thinking of all the things I remember about my aunt Shirley I really wanted something to make me feel better. Again I thought about hitting the drive thru. Instead, I grabbed my shakeology. I went for a walk.
I'm not saying it's always this easy. But today was a victory of sorts on a really sad day. I didn't give in and go back to old ways. Finding comfort in food.
My heart is feeling broken, but I didn't mess up with my nutrition.