watchin' my weight Wednesday

some of my recent antique mall finds...

What do my recent antique store finds have to do with watchin' my weight? Well, plenty. I found out through my Weight Watchers journey that I am an emotional, unconscious eater. When the goings get tough, I get the bad stuff and eat it, not really realizing I am doing it. I am, and always have been, a pretty healthy eater for my meals. It's those darn snacks and those emotional eating binges that sabotage my waistline, my hips, my butt, well, you get the idea.

After we had our low-ball house selling offers, I was really bummed out. Who wouldn't want to live in our house, my gosh people, it is gorgeous! (If I do say so myself.) It's on a golf course, minutes from a really nice shopping center, the interstate that will take you to even more nice shopping centers, we are in an "excellent" rated school district. What's not to love? Well, people just want something for nothing nowadays (I totally sound like my grandma) and they have no problem offering you a ridiculously low bid on your house, hoping you'll be desperate enough to take it. Well, after all the highs and lows of the bidding nonsense. I felt myself slipping into the uncontrollable eating frenzy and an emotional tornado.

I remembered in Weight Watcher meetings, my leaders says to find things to keep you busy besides eating that make you happy. Scrapbooking is tops on my list, exercising is next, shopping for antiques is right up there too. So with my two boys in tow, I headed to the antique mall (formerly the Brass Armadillo- thought of you Sarah!). I figured I might get a few minutes of browse time before they were melting down. We were there a whole hour. Parker loved it. He was checking out all the old toys and tools and asking me lots of good questions. Tanner mostly snacked on goldfish crackers.

I was so blissfully happy afterwards, something I hadn't felt in at least a year. Seriously. I wanted to bottle it up and take a sip everytime some other goof ball came to look at our house and just pissed me off. AND I didn't snack or eat unnecessary foods. Bonus! Happy distractions do work in the battle of the bulge. How often do you think I'll be able to drag these guys out for some retail therapy? I hope more now that I know they can do it.

And Sarah, I am blatantly stealing your idea of using the flower frog for my collection of antique postcards that I have bought and do not have the heart to cut and use over again as I originally had planned. Thanks girlie!

***just for Sarah- the iron thingy is a... wait for it... twine holder! Eeeeeee!!!! I totally thought of you, my twine sister. You put the ball of twine in and there is a hole in the top for the string to come out. I plan on using it just for that. It sits proudly on my desk right now. I agree, it would make a perfect book end.***