Saturday evening I went on an excursion to a friend’s house. To better your understanding, a Poker game. NO TEQUILA! There were about 18 Men, passing wind, comparing notes, lying about everything, shaking bellies, having a “men” time. The Poker game had an entry fee, which included the game and…. food/drink/alcohol. There was beer on tap – flowing like water. A 920 foot sandwich that would put Jared to shame, and many, many sweet items.
Where do we decide when enough is enough? I have lost a substantial amount of weight. I have been thinner for about 80 days. It took me about 115 days to lose 110 pounds. Today marks day 196. I have successfully, with no real effort kept the weight off, and am maintaining a total loss of 113 pounds.
I knew I would be having at least some beer (hey I am a guy, how can I resist) I had a piece of the sandwich, not too large, about the equivalent of a 6” from Jared’s favorite place, I had a few other items, nothing to even get in a huff about. My problem is guilt. I know the amount I consumed at this “gathering of the bellies” did not affect my loss one iota. Nor did it add any weight. No one was watching me. With exception of the friend that I went with no one knew me, so it was a “diet quiet time” for me. I am wondering now, when the guilt will subside. Is it guilt? When will it become second nature for me to not have ill feelings when I put something in my mouth? I know what I am eating. I know verbatim everything that goes into my mouth, almost to the calorie, and fat gram. I wonder if I will ever not be afraid of eating. Will I be on a life long diet? I have said before that this is OK. Remember it has only been about 80 days of maintenance, so I am still relatively new to this side of the fence. Each item, not of salad content I wonder about. I know basically how much I can eat, and maintain my weight. I read over and over and over that the loss for most people is a short lived achievement. I have vowed, as most losers have, that I will never gain it back. This fear of gaining lives in me every minute of every day. There is still not 15 minutes that pass by, where I don’t think about weight or loss of weight. I don’t mind this, as it DOES keep me on the path.
Every time I go on an excursion, or outing its “weight loss talk”
ALL of you need to prepare for this. You become the center of the discussion, it never gets old. Since no one knew me, there was no diet talk.
I took a small personal account of the men there. Out of 18 men (make it 17 since I am not counting myself) only 2 of these men did not have a weight problem. Only 2! I looked at the belly laughers there, and it is astonishing to sit on the other side of the fence for the first time in my life. I carefully watched the real overweight men. When you play poker, there is a lot of "down" time, sitting, waiting for the next deal. I know I was in this boat before. The fatter the guy, the more trips to the trough. The thinner, the less trips. I watched the 2-3 regular weight guys (all in secret of course) and an interesting thing occurred to me, the thinner the man, the more contentious he was about eating, methodically. The fatter, the guy, the faster he shoveled it in, and the more trips he made to the trough.
I can tell you this, I am glad to have found Medifast; it does not get old being thin.
Thoughts…
-Mike