The recital went VERY well. Usually there are two groups - the kids who practice, and the kids who don't, and you can totally tell who is in which group. But today the 'don't practice' group seemed a heck of a lot smaller - with only two members, actually, brother and sister, and every recital I hope that those two in particular will see what can be done if you are willing to put in the time. They mean well, but piano is not a priority for them - it's more of a way to pass the time once a week, you know what I mean?
Today for the first time I can remember, I felt proud of not only the kids, but myself as well. I allowed myself to accept that I had done a good job preparing the kids for the recital, and setting it all up - even though I still acknowledge that the kids have to do the actual work, I can see that I have made a difference. I'm sure my counselor will think that is a breakthrough of some sort. I hope I didn't go over the line into egotistical - I just was thinking that I'm a good piano teacher, and I'm doing right by these kids. But to have those kinds of thoughts feels like a sin of vanity or something. That's why this work is so hard for me.
I still haven't done my page of affirmations. I had a ton of good ideas a couple of weeks ago when I was sitting in the counselor's office, but I didn't write them down right away and now they are gone. I will have to do my homework soon, though - my next appointment is the 25th. It still feels goofy as heck to me, but I'll just get something down on paper and then I'm sure I'll get better ideas.
So - recital. Goodies. I had none. But there were cookies left over that I had to bring home, and I was SO thinking 'it's only been a couple of days, having these cookies won't hurt anything, you can just eat them tonight and be right back on plan tomorrow.' Total BS monster, right, Karli?! Well, I decided that I was going to ask my husband to take the cookies to his rehearsal tonight, so they weren't in the house tempting me. Before I could get home, I ran into my nephew and a friend of his, and I gave them the cookies and soda. Teenage boys can handle those kinds of calories.
They were pleased and grateful for the goodies, and I felt good for giving someone a gift, and tomorrow I will feel good for staying on plan.
The not-so-good part - well, the silly part - I was sad to give away the cookies. They were oatmeal raisin, my favorite, and chocolate chip, my daughter's favorite. I thought of keeping the chocolate chip ones for her, but I didn't trust myself, and she had already had three cookies. She was just a little upset I was giving away her cookies, but when I told her that her cousin was hungry and we needed to be nice and share, she was OK with it. Plus, I kept the Hawaiian Punch for her - I can trust myself around that kind of thing. Chocolate is another story.
I had a L&G today - cooked onions and peppers in ICBINB spray, then added in 3 eggs. Everytime I do that the eggs are watery from the excess water in the vegetables - how do I get that to stop happening? Not that I have it a lot - I prefer other veggies - but I was trying to use up what was in the freezer. Now I'm wondering if those are on-plan veggies or not - too late to worry about that now I guess. One more supplement, and then, to bed.
I was not good with water today - it was a diet soda day. Every so often I have one of those days. It was about 32-34oz of soda spread throughout the day. I'll be back on the water tomorrow though, and shooting for 3 liters finally.
Lost another pound during the day, between my weigh in and my shower. That was nice to see. If I can just keep winning these small battles, like the cookie thing, then I can be victorious in the end. Not sure what it says about me that I was sad to give away cookies that didn't cost me anything in the first place - but I'm sure I'm not alone in that feeling. Whenever it seems hopeless, I try to remember that Robin can now control herself around ice cream, and the way she tells it that's a miracle - so someday maybe I can be trusted around chocolate.