Hitting a wall.

It happened. I have lost my motivation. My weight is creeping up. Unhealthy snacks are creeping in. I can't say this is a plateau since I ate Smartie Cheesecake when out for lunch yesterday.

Sometimes I care about this, more often I don't. Heck, I just bought a maxidress (muumuu??) yesterday.

I have moments. Right now I am blogging as my steel-cut oatmeal simmers on the stove. I plan on having a salad for lunch. There is a home showing at 6:00 so I am not sure about dinner.

I do know my blood pressure is rising at the thought of getting ready (again), and then listening to the realtor probably tell us the reason this person doesn't want my house (again). I am listening to heavy equipment tear the street up in front of my house. I wonder how this will affect people's opinions of our house and if it might cost us a sale.

I am letting my team down. Stress. My house is not selling. Stress. My daughter is going through a phase where every little slight against her (she wanted the yellow cup, not the blue; her brother is breathing in the same room as her; her other brother took her toy....) results in blood-curdling screaming. Stress. Stepping on the scale and seeing a gain. Stress.

So what do I do? Ben & Jerry's If I had a Million Flavours. Ahhhhhhhhh. Beer and Clam on my balcony. Ahhhhhhhhh. Working in my garden. Grumble grumble I have to walk there, oooh so many weeds, oh that work feels good! Ok, that wasn't so bad. Ahhhhhhh. Knitting. Ahhhhhhhhh. Streaming Dharma and Greg on my laptop. Ahhhhhhhh. I really really want to start smoking again. I have not done it for years, but lately my cravings are popping up again with a new venegance.

Ok, so maybe I should do more of the second part of the list and less of the first part, that should be a start.

What do you do when you hit a wall?