Yeah, I am back. The trip itself was *wonderful* and SO needed. It was needed for me personally, but also for my husband's and my relationship. I started the trip feeling like I had no idea who I was, and that I was going to need to find myself again before we found "us" again and during our first walk on the beach I just felt like I had no idea who he was.
But, we had some *really* important talks about some stuff I have been in debate about telling him for years now ... and, it came out and really wasn't much of a big deal at all -- we just moved on together. Well, that was all so good we are actually going back
this weekend, too.
Eating-wise, though, not good AT ALL. Not only has the "eater girl" come out in me, but the eater MONSTER just took over. I really am not sure what in the world took me over, but it was almost as though I have had no control at all. And, I am starting my day today on program, but that has not stuck since last Thursday so I don't have a lot of confidence at the moment. 24 hours into the trip I had made my stomach so rich that I actually woke up in the middle of Saturday night and threw up without even meaning to -- I had just made myself sick with food
. That hasn't happened since I was like ... well, 9 or something.
So, I am admittedly hiding. And I thought I might get away with it, but then you asked how everything was and is and I realized that I can't hide forever
. And, I have been petrified to step on the scale. Between the last several days and TOM on its way, I feel like I must be a raging 200 pounds again... I know that's not true, but that's how I feel. I feel like it will do more damage to step on the scale than I can handle at the moment. And, I KNOW I can't keep doing what's been happening over the last several days...
I was thinking about it. I can either get myself together now, or wait until I actually start feeling physically uncomfortable (too big for my clothes) again. It's almost as though that would be my reason to stop walking this stupid road and as though my internal discomfort is not enough to make a change.
Well, of course I am not giving up. And, I felt like I was doing really, really well before this trip. And, I think I can do well on this next trip, whereas I could feel something 'going down'
before that last one. I think I need to just chalk these days up to having been *really* in need of a break and getting into some kind of rebellious emotional eating mode (this was definitely more along the rebellious lines than is normal), and move on. Get my act together. Stop living in this silly puddle (as Tawanda put it).