Pi, Anyone?

Calories in: 1793
Calories burned: 842
Net:                 951
Exercise: 30 minute spin class and 90 minutes working on a nursing unit helping with resident direct care and transport (I took the equivalent, on the Univera site, of cleaning for 90 minutes).

It was a busy and stressful day; but then again aren't most of them? Mondays can be especially crazy, but things turned out alright.

Bkfst: Egg Beaters with chopped orange sweet pepper and a pomegranate Greek yogurt.
Lunch:  Potatoes, carrots and cabbage leftover from the St. Paddy's meal, a banana and an orange.
Supper: a pork chop, 1/2 cup stuffing and 1 cup Normandy vegetables.
Snack:  1 cup sf/ff vanilla pudding with a few frozen blueberries added.

Days and weeks are passing by, and the program continues. It feels as though the healthy meal choices and regular exercise are becoming habits, and require less conscious effort; although it is important not to lose focus. I dream that I've gorged on junk food and wake up nervous; running a mental check to be sure I didn't really fall off the wagon. My issues with food are too deep-seated to expect complete severence from the toxic relationship; at least at the two-week point. I am just hoping that they dim with time to a distant memory...
Talking to my husband and son this evening, I was reminded of how sensitive I am to their comments and what I am sure they believe to be constructive criticisms. I should be eating less calories if I'm on a 'diet'; I should be eating more calories to fuel more effective workouts; if I'm working out for an hour and still standing afterward, I'm not working hard enough. Everyone has advice and opinions. As we watched tv my son said, "Mom, does it make you mad that Ann Curry looks thirty?" Because I, by contrast, look...? Oh, insecure middle-age sucksitsucksitsucks!
I pouted over it briefly before realizing that the input of others, while registered and considered, and heeded where I feel it should be, is less important than my own instincts and steady progress. I'm the one living in this body, and I'm the one who has to make peace with it and take care of it. It's too easy to use my reactions as excuses to give up; and I am not willing to do that. And if I'm reacting out of proportion to what is being communicated, that is another lesson learned. Listen, put it into perspective and move on.
The take-away? This is hard stuff that has resulted from decades of maladaptive behavior. Sure, it's disappointing that there's no fast and simple fix, but this realization is its own reward.
Hang on, hang in, be grateful and be cool.