Hi Lissa,
It takes a lot of guts to climb back on the wagon, so you must give yourself credit for that! Take comfort in the fact that you are headed in the right direction once again-- you're pointed the right way, facing downwind and downhill, and you just gotta keep putting one foot after the other. Harder than it sounds, I know, but it's gotta be easier than flailing around, directionless, and hopeless. At least when you're on MF, hope is with you. For me, that's a big thing.
I'm back from Vegas, and can tell you that I'm actually relieved to be back on 100% MF this morning. I had a great 4 days (despite my husband getting food poisoning on Sunday night-- 8 hours of non-stop retching-- no fun!); I had a MF shake in the morning, worked out every day, had a light brunch, and saved my calories for 3 gourmet dinners and lots of sugary drinks. I know I ate too much, but I also figured I'd be fine, I'd just restart MF on Wednesday.
The scary thing is that last night, the night before I knew I'd be returning to MF, I regressed to my old out-of-control eating. I ordered Chinese takeout and finished my dinner and then moved on to finishing my husband's crab rangoon and then rooted around in the cupboard til I located that bag of chocolate covered almonds. I finished em all while watching TV. I must have had 1500 calories in that one meal. And then, when I cleared the dishes, I discovered the two fortune cookies we hadn't eaten. I didn't even ask my husband if he wanted his. I just ate 'em both, hiding in the kitchen like the food thief that I was.
I went to bed scared witless. I had eaten like a crazy person, when I wasn't even hungry, when I wasn't even upset. I just wigged out and pigged out. If I had a reason for it, like a fight with my husband or a stressful day at work or a holiday party I couldn't bow out of, okay. But I didn't. There wasn't any trigger except knowing I was gonna deprive myself in the morning.
Sorry to ramble! But I wanted to tell you that, Lissa, to sympathize with you. As close as I am to goal (not sure how close-- I decided not to weigh til Sunday roll call), I am equally close to spiraling out of control. This *is* hard. You're not alone. Old habits are hard to break, and these food habits we've learned are *very* ingrained-- after all, we've been eating terribly for *years,* and only MFing for weeks/months.
But together, we'll keep heading in the right direction. Old habits die hard, but they *will* die, darnit! We'll find other things to turn to besides food when we lose our grip. It won't be automatic, at least not at first, and maybe not ever, but we *can* change. I really believe that. There's hope for us.
We'll get there, Lissa!