The last coupla days I've
really been struggling! I find myself almost ... tired, kinda. I'm tired of fighting my natural impulses or desires. I just want to eat what I want when I want. It's not that I'm hungry - I very rarely get hungry any more, and if I'm not careful I actually end up missing a meal by the end of the day. But I want to graze, I want to stuff myself until I feel full, and I want alcohol! I want pizza and Ben & Jerry's, refried beans and mac 'n cheese. And potatoes! I want baked potatoes with cheese and butter and bacon bits!
Phew, that was quite a tantrum. I'm picturing myself on the floor kicking my fists and feet and bawling. My inner child is tired of being good and is rebelling!
This is
exactly what happened a year ago, and at right about the same time in the journey. I've made progress and I'm seeing the weight come off. I've lost just about the same amount that I lost last time. You'd think that since I'm seeing results, I'd be more motivated to stay on plan than ever! I'm about to break the frackin' 200 barrier! But instead I find myself wanting to slip a bite of this, just a taste of that. That's the slippery slope that took me down last time.
I'm worried that the surgery and the time off at home will contribute to a downfall. I do really well at work (when I stay out of the breakroom), and head straight to the gym after work. It's when I'm home I really get tempted. Sometimes it's from boredom, like when Troy's at work, and sometimes it's 'cause Troy is making something I want. I've put all the chips and crackers up on top of the fridge. After surgery I won't be able to lift my arms for a couple of weeks. I can already see myself standing in front of the fridge, looking up at the chips and thinking, "I'm such a b***h! I can't reach them!"
I think I need to start saying a prayer every day for that extra boost of will power. 'Cause I'm sure not finding in myself. The mature adult in me that can see the long-term benefits of staying on track is starting to fade, and the whiny little kid throwing a tantrum in me is getting a lot stronger. Damn, I sound like Sybil. I'm so whiny I'm annoying myself.