Thanks ladies. I always feel guilty when I'm more of a giver than a taker, that's all. That's across the board in my life, not just here. Even tonight, I'm just typing here - I read all the other posts, but I didn't feel like typing in responses so I'm not. And I feel bad about it.
I had one MF meal today and then - yep. I didn't feel driven to do it or anything, though - it was an experiment. I didn't eat anything else all day. Now, is this healthy? No way, obviously. And I was thinking about it and saying to myself that I don't know why I keep doing this - but then it hit me. I know exactly why I keep doing it.
I am trying to prove that I am in control, that I am the exception to the rule, and that when I am at goal I can continue to eat like a pig and maintain my new weight.
So the experiment goes like this - I had a great 3 days, lost over 10 pounds, so what harm will it do if I go off plan today for just one meal, in a controlled way, and don't eat anything the rest of the day but max out my water intake? I might be up a bit tomorrow, but then I can get right back on plan and it will all be gone in a day or two. (Never mind that I'm now behind three or four days, because of the uptick on the scale.) And if this works, then I think to myself, I will have proven that I can eat out once a week when I'm at goal and eat whatever I want in that meal, not eat the rest of the day, and eat healthfully the rest of the week and be fine.
I felt fine after the L&G yesterday - not ravenous, not out of control - the only thing was I felt like my body temperature went way up for a couple of hours after eating. I went from freezing to toasty warm.
So if I were someone else reading this, I'd probably want to shoot a big hole in my head right now. As it is I'm just kind of rolling my eyes at myself and consigning myself to another three-day stint.
Why is it so important to me that I don't have to say goodbye to food forever? That's at the heart of all these things - that I don't want to stop eating, I don't want to give up junk food forever, or that I don't seem willing to embrace weight loss and maintenance if it means giving up everything I think I want. NONE of it ever tastes really good. It tastes cheap. Fast and easy. I suppose it would make more sense if I went off plan for fabulous gourmet meals and decadent French desserts or something. But I don't. And the meals we make at home frankly taste much better than anything we get elsewhere. It is totally convenience food. But that doesn't mean it's good food. That money could have been spent on - I don't know - a bag of fruit and some great cheese, or something.
It does make me wonder why I'm so eager to keep putting that crap in my body, when I freely admit that it's pretty awful when you stop to focus on the taste. Maybe that's a step in the right direction - stopping to even notice how this stuff tastes. It's downright gross if you really try to savor it - there's nothing to savor. MF tastes better, actually - I've had some bad MF, true, but now that I'm just eating what I like, the MF beats out the other tastes just about 100% of the time.
Well, I have myself convinced that 'this time will be different' and I'll be right back on plan tomorrow. I threw out all the leftovers of the junk today, so there's nothing to tempt me tomorrow - not that it should tempt me anyway, we've established it's garbage. This all must go along with my other vices - the overspending, staying up late - they are all symptoms of me being dissatisfied with something. And with all of them, I have this idea that I'll make up for it later - sleep in on the weekends, pay off all the bills as soon as I'm back at work, diet for the next five or six days and undo the damage of the food. But something always happens and the payoffs don't happen later, either. At this point I'm trying to figure out how to make it through the remaining 9 months of my leave from work without getting behind on any bills, and who knows, when I start teaching again maybe there will be some emergency that requires all our money and we'll never get out of this debt I've been running up under the guise of Christmas shopping and vacation planning. That's usually what happens.
I'll figure it out. I will. Part of it would entail coming clean to my husband, though, and that petrifies me. So I'm trying to just make it through until I can pay things off and he'll never have to know. That never works, either. I hate to disappoint him but it's like the second something is taken away from me, I can't control it. We lost my income, and I lost control with money. The same exact thing happened on my last maternity leave. Dieting is like losing food, and I lose control with it. There's a definite pattern here, and I suppose it's time to stop fighting it and discuss this with someone impartial. I guess I'll ask my husband to make the call. But even that means admitting something is wrong, and that's hard to do. It was one thing when he knew I was struggling with my diet - but he doesn't know about today, and thinks I'm finally doing well.
I guess this is a diary, huh?