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So.. it's march. I don't believe I've lost any weight like I had planned to at the beginning of the year. It's very depressing. I work an office job then go attend meetings and then I travel weekly. So a lot of the time I'm sitting on my butt, basically. Now I am beyond discouraged.. It's been a viscous cycle of work, eat and sleep. When i'm not working, I'm sleeping, when i'm not sleeping, I'm eating. Today is just a really crappy day and could use some kind of motivation.. or something. I'd really just like to be home right now, in bed, sleeping.

How do you handle things when your significant other, family member, coworker, or other person you interact with on a consistent basis is negative or discouraging toward your health and fitness goals? I recently began shifting toward a more primal/paleo eating style and the boyfriend is not on board at all. He hates the idea of "diets" and no matter how much I explain it as simply cutting out unhealthy foods he still sees it that way. We live together and have a one year old boy. My mom has issues with weight and is very skeptical of everything eating related. As you can imagine, I've struggled with feeling like myself since pregnancy because of all the physical changes I've gone through in such a short period of time. I feel this is the right sort of eating style for me. I want to feel like me again and set a healthy example for my son who is just beginning to become acutely aware of what is on his parent's plates. I've struggled in the past with dropping and gaining weight in a constant cycle. I've never been as heavy as I am now and feel miserable about it. I also tend to be more outwardly motivated so when the people I love and care about criticize me or my actions it weighs heavily on my decision making processes. Any words of wisdom are most welcome!

I've been sober from alcohol and other mind altering substances (with the exceptions of sugar, caffeine and nicotine) for 20 years. You'd think I'd know this by now. You'd think I would remember the roller coaster. You'd think it would be clear that cleaning up my diet would not magically make my life perfect. I forgot what I learned way back in the day. I forgot that when I am too hungry, too angry, too lonely, or too tired, I get into trouble. I got home from my last day as a Cub Scout camp chaperone. It's been brutal for me - temps near or over 100, and we've done a LOT of walking and hiking. I haven't wanted to come home and cook, or deal with food at all. The puppies haven't let me sleep until the alarm goes off all week. The husband gets sad if I don't stay up and watch some anime with him. Today was an extra hike. So 4.7 miles of walking over the course of the day (and about a gallon of water, and a planned and clean breakfast and lunch). I got home, and I was STARVING. But I hadn't gone grocery shopping this weekend, because, you know, the family needed certain stuff done, and hey, I could do it after camp, right? Starving. First time I've been hungry since going Paleo, and I was REALLY hungry. Tired. Hungry. Angry (because, dammit, why didn't I get the groceries?). I made a can of tuna. Ate it. Told the boys to find whatever they could for dinner in the fridge (plenty of non Paleo stuff for them in there). I'm going to take a very hot shower and wash the filth from camp off, and I'm going to take my meds, drink some Valerian tea, and I am going to SLEEP. Because I'm no longer hungry. I took care of myself, even if I resorted to commercial mayo. I'm no longer angry, I just know what another goal needs to be. I'm still tired, but I've got a plan for that too. There are just these days, see... They happen. But I don't have to let them control my reactions.