bikipatra wrote:Nickie, I am am sorry your feelings were hurt. However, grown-ups know we live in a world where our actions have consequences. You just don't seem to want to own up to yours. Do your best to stay compliant until Sunday, post your loss (or gain) and change your ticker. It's that easy. I have just given up.
As of yesterday I did not feel I had the strength to see my screw up reported every day in every post. So I can see how that seems dishonest when I say it that way. I can also see how it looks like I'm trying to avoid the consequences of what I did. I get it now. I honestly couldn't see your point before but today I have a different perspective.
Continuing to binge yesterday pretty much eliminated the possibility of glossing over this. Had it only been two days, and three pounds, there was a good chance I would be at least the same as ticker for weigh-in. This morning I was *10* pounds over ticker. It hurts to say that. It hurts to admit it. It hurts to feel my own disappointment. It makes me feel like a huge glutton.
I can rationalize some of it away - I'm bloated, I'm retaining water, it's PMS, etc. But it's still pretty disgusting that I could gain 10 pounds in 4 days.
The good news is that tonight I am very busy, which will help me get through this first day of compliance (it's hard to break the inertia of cheating). And I believe I've figured out why this happened.
Day 1 - Sunday - I was depressed about returning to work and stressed by the baby.
Day 2 - Monday - I wanted ice cream on Sunday but didn't get it so I got it on Monday instead - plus a few thousand other calories.
Day 3 - Tuesday - I really didn't understand why I did this one. I was sad about it and confused that I was still cheating when I thought I'd figured out what my emotions were.
Day 4 - Wednesday - ditto Tuesday. Although some of it could have been that I was craving salt and it all started with a salty snack. I could have just had the white cheddar soy crisps and stayed compliant and I wish I'd thought of that yesterday.
This morning, when I got on the scale and saw how much I had gained, my first thought was relief.
I've been looking ahead to my doctor's appointment today for at least two weeks. I was thinking that there was a very good chance I would show 30# gone in 9 weeks, since my last appointment. That scared me because I was afraid my doctor would think that was too fast, and tell me not to keep doing MF. So this morning, at my weight with clothes, I will only show a 15# loss in those same 9 weeks. And that is less than 2# per week and falls into an 'acceptable' rate of weight loss.
How stupid is it that I'm afraid my doctor will take me off a diet and so I take myself off it first? Of course this is my MO in relationships, too - you're going to hurt me, I know it, so I'm going to be miserable so that you'll leave me and prove me right. In the long run I was trying to protect myself. But even if he said to stop MF, that doesn't mean I have to. The man doesn't live with me and check up on me every day. And as long as my tests are all still looking good I don't know why he would have a problem with me losing weight in the first place.
The thing is, he was very happy with thinking I'd lost 16# in a YEAR the last visit, when he weighed me. So I was afraid that double that in 9 weeks would send up red flags. He might not even take my weight today - he only did last time because it had been so long. So essentially I just wasted 4 days and gained 10 pounds for NOTHING.
I guess I learned more about myself. And it did lead to a book recommendation. So you never know what will come out of a mess like this. Maybe it will turn out to be the best thing I ever could have done, a turning point. Who knows.