by nickieluv » February 19th, 2007, 7:14 pm
Okay - I binged tonight. I am not going to go into my rationalizations, but instead I want to get some things off my chest that I think may have caused it. No one thing is ringing true yet - I've been thinking about this a lot - so maybe it is a big combination of things. Some possible factors:
1) I realized this afternoon that when I weighed in this morning at 144.2 I was not completely unclothed, and it occurred to me that I might have actually hit 20 pounds lost today after all. Actually meeting that goal led to thoughts like 'you deserve it, you've been so good, one meal won't kill you.' And I gave in.
2) I was overly tired from all the furniture moving yesterday, and while I did not feel hungry, I was vulnerable to temptation.
3) Yesterday was 3 weeks compliant, and that means I have to start exercising. I don't like exercising. Maybe I was trying to have an excuse to start over and have to wait another 3 weeks. Also, I've never been good on any diet this long and maybe my willpower was strained.
4) Yesterday I talked with my mom and sister for almost 2 hours about dieting and life, and some pretty emotional things came up about my father, and rather than dealing with the feelings I just brushed it all off and kept myself busy all day with the furniture and other things. Today I felt especially bothered by my husband's eating and jealous of what he could have.
After it was over, I actually felt satisfied in some way. It met some need, I just have to figure out exactly what. I wasn't hungry. I wasn't lonely. I wasn't really bored. I am avoiding paying bills and some other small tasks that are piling up, because it stresses me out - maybe that was part of it. I am still in a certain amount of denial, thinking I can go right back on program tomorrow and by Sunday's weigh-in it won't matter anymore what I did tonight.
I did my usual - thought of calling my husband to confess in advance, come here to talk it through in advance - but I felt entitled and I ordered pizza. It was pretty good for the first three bites or so. I ate half of the pizza - actually a little more because I ate the crust off a 5th piece.
I'm not sure what I want to happen from here. I know I want to go back on plan tomorrow and move forward. But I'm afraid it's going to be really hard, and I'm going to be stuck in a tailspin for another month and gain all my weight back. Then on the other hand I'm afraid it's going to be really easy to go back on plan and that will lead me to think I can 'get away' with this kind of thing more often.
I really was proud of myself, and proud of my compliance number. I was feeling really confident - I even had my husband take back all my self-help books to the library today because I thought I had this licked. I do know now that the eating is not about eating. It was about fear or anger or rebellion or something else, but not about eating. I didn't want to stop it - or I would have. I feel stuffed full, and sick to my stomach. I'm going to be pushing the liquids (the non-caloric liquids!) for the rest of the night. I want to flush this all out. If only the emotional stuff were as easy to flush.
I want to go back to where I said the words 'get away with this kind of thing.' I am not getting away with anything. There is no one here policing what I eat. I am not breaking any laws by binging. I am an adult and as such I can eat whatever I choose. But somehow, I still feel like I am taking control when I binge - saying to hell with everybody else, I'm going to do whatever I want. I want to go back to the counselor but I don't even want to discuss dieting at all. I think this is about my father and my fears and my parenting and the fact that I resent always having to be the responsible one and never the fun one. I married my father and turned into my mother. And I rebel against that feeling by being irresponsible with my eating, and with other things that I think I can 'get away with.' It's like cutting class in school, or cheating on a test. I have a right to do those things because damn it, I'm sick of always doing the right thing all the time. Even when I know the right thing is what is best for me.
OK - I am going on plan tomorrow and it is not going to be difficult (or at least, I will not give in if it is difficult), I am not going to have a tailspin, I will start over with day 1 of compliance again, and just in case the exercise thing was a factor, I'm going to exercise so that I don't feel I was able to avoid it by cheating. I am on a long journey and I had a stumble and I brought it upon myself and should have seen it coming and had another plan to deal with it. I'm going to think about a list, as has been suggested to me, of things I can do when I feel the urge to binge. Real things that I will actually do - or can make myself do - obviously coming here or calling my husband do not work so I need other ideas that will.
I know I can do this. Now I have proven it to myself, not like in January when I really wasn't sure of myself. I had a setback and it will not be like it was last time. And I'm going to balance the checkbook and pay bills and order more food and get in the BeSlim club and head on to the rest of my 100 pounds I need to lose.
I am ashamed, though. I feel like I've let people down - or like I've been a liar this whole time somehow. Just because I failed today. I am feeling anxiety that everyone here is going to just tell me to get lost because obviously I'm not serious about this if I can throw away 21 days of compliance like that. I don't know what I need to hear or even if I need to hear anything. I don't want to be abandoned but I know what I did was wrong. And I want to say I'll stay away and not come back until I can report I made it all week compliant again, but I know me and I know I'll be back again and again, probably even once (or twice) more tonight, holding my breath to see what I'll find here.
It's just so frustrating that I know what to do and now have had so much success, and even still I make bad choices.