I find it incredibly ironic that on the same day that I can proudly post 25 pounds gone, I also have a confession to make.
Some of you might’ve seen the writing on the wall. I know that I did, in a subconscious way. First I wrote last week about being bored. Then I indulged in a glass of wine at Sunday dinner at my parents’ house. Add to that some financial strain that’s going to occur next month, and the fact that my house seems so alone without Lulu. And yesterday I told LC that I was really craving McDonalds, but she discouraged me, telling me how sick I would get. And then I went to Target to pick up a few household essentials, along with a bunch of junk food.
I filled my cart with Tater Tots, hot dogs, TGIF sliders, Pepperidge Farm cookies, and ice cream. But this episode was different from any other “binge” I’ve ever had. I had one slider, about a cup of Tater Tots, 2 cookies, 1 hot dog, and less than a 1/4 of the pint of ice cream. Somewhere in between bites of the junk I realized a few things:
- It didn’t taste that great. In fact, it was pretty gross.
- I didn’t want to completely screw up all the progress I have been making.
- I was feeling literally sick to my stomach after just a bit of it.
- I was disgusted with this addict behavior.
- I was so physically uncomfortable that I just had to STOP.
I literally had a bit of each thing and then just threw it all out. And then I threw out all that was leftover in the fridge and freezer. I’ve never stopped myself like that before. So this is progress.
The other big sign of improvement is that I’m sharing this with you. In the past whenever I’ve binged I kept it to myself, or possibly told Scale Warfare about it, but that was it. And it would’ve been easy for me to just avoid this blog. I thought about it, asked SW about it, and then followed her advice (and my own gut) and decided to lay it all out here. Because if this blog is my chronicle of my journey to health then I have to be honest about time times I stumble along the way.
And that’s exactly what I’m considering last night – a brief stumble. I’m not going to beat myself up about it. In fact, I’m actually glad that it happened, in a weird sort of way. It shows me that I’m still working through things. That sometimes I will still turn to food. But that I am in control of what I do. And that I have enough sense to prevent major damage and derailment of all that I’ve accomplished.
This morning is a brand new day. Last night is behind me, and I am not going to dwell on it. Today I am going to be on plan and back to it. I have a friend coming over with her new puppy, which will be fun. Then I have a bunch of other errands to do, and so I’ll be busy. And I’m planning on ending the day with some time at the gym with LC.
Tomorrow the scale is going on Spring Break along with me. You might call it avoidance (and you might be right), but I call it giving myself a pass. I know it’s likely to be ugly, and rather than feel bad about myself, I’m just going to give myself this week off and make sure that next week I see really good numbers.
As Tina pointed out in her comment, I used to avoid the scale all the time whenever I’d have a bad week. And if I do that again, that would be feeding that pattern of behavior. So, here’s what I’m going to do – I’m going to get on the scale tomorrow, but I’m not going to make the weigh-in post public. That way, I know where I stand and I’ll know what I have to do to move forward, but I can keep the info private. So tomorrow’s blog post is going to be password protected, and only I’ll have the PW. That way, I can still keep a record of what happened, but I’m the only one who will know the results. Because I’ve made progress, but I guess haven’t made enough progress to post a gain on here right now.
I hope you all have a great week – I know I will.
My attitude will lead my actions and my actions determine my success.