Days 3, 4, and 5

So Friday was a bit of a tough day. With a hangover and little sleep my journey was still stalling out at the start line. I woke up Saturday morning motivated and ready to start the day. Then it happened. I was doing my make up and I saw it. There it was taunting me right at my scalp line. My first grey hair. I had a minor moment of panic and then I realized that panic cause stress and stress grey hair. So then I panicked about panicking. It was like I could feel the hairs going greyer by the second. After breathing into a paper bag and putting my head between my knees I relaxed and I realized that grey hair is a sign of aging, and aging a sign of a life being lived. I felt the anxiety slowly release. I left the house a little unsure of my ability to control my stress eating (one of my food triggers) but I kept on track for the whole day! I spent the day with good friends and then went to see a show at the HOB. I might have overstepped my limit with those scallywags Jack and Diet but it was a much smaller overstep. No Del Taco and no shame. This morning I woke up and walked around the antique swap meet with the besties and had a lovely brunch by the ocean. This afternoon I will come up with a meal plan for the week (like the girl scout oath always be prepared) and try to figure out how to start this whole exercise regime. I can do this. Just gotta take it one day at a time...