I have really been ‘bummed out’ since last Friday, and thought that putting my feelings down on paper might help. No need for anyone to reply—or even to read this, for that matter--I just need to vent. In fact, I would like to pick up the closest silver chaffing dish and sail it through a plate glass window!
Last Friday I had to attend my THIRD ‘buffet event’ within the last four weeks. This was a retirement for a very well-liked, high-ranking individual within the company, so not only did I HAVE to attend, but I truly wanted to, as well, out of respect for this person. This buffet, however, turned out to be the ‘mother of all buffets’ with the most obscene amount of incredible food piled high everywhere you looked. I won’t go into the details, but this food orgy drug on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on.
No more! I’ve absolutely had it with standing around with my little cup of ice water or Diet Coke watching everyone in the room (3/4 of them overweight, also) stuffing food into their mouths!
Did I fall off the program? Of course not, but I was ‘seething’ on the way home! I have never felt so deprived in all my life! And it was my own fault! I refuse to attend one more of these stupid functions before I reach my goal. I am going to respect MYSELF enough not to force myself to endure another one of these get-togethers because attending is the politically right thing to do, or because I’m just too much of a ‘wuss’ to JUST SAY NO!
HOW DARE I DO THAT TO MYSELF!!!
Saturday I went to a church function and sat across from a lady who had stomach banding surgery three weeks ago to enable her to lose weight. She was sitting there eating canned nacho cheese! HELLLLLLOOOOOOOO!!! Why didn’t she just sit there and suck on a stick of butter?!? I had to hold my tongue to keep from asking her what in the world was she doing to herself! I want to be supportive, but, hey, give me something to work with here, lady!
Sunday I had to go buy dozens of special-order pastries for a meeting first thing Monday morning. The smell of yeast bread and cinnamon was overwhelming! The left over pastries are now sitting in my office not eight feet from me. I tried to get the COO to let me take them somewhere else, but they wanted them right where they are. I hate to sound paranoid, but maybe I need to read ‘Who’s Sabotaging Your Diet?’ one more time.
Yesterday, I spent hours working in our garden filled with young plants which will produce beautiful veggies which I won’t be able to eat because I’ll still be on this program when they are ready to be picked. Our fig bush is LOADED with green figs! I guess they’ll be out there next year, though.
Today I was asked to help plan the office picnic. Can you believe it! I just now told them no! I actually told them NO!!! And it felt darn good!!! In fact, not only did I tell them no, but that I wouldn’t be attending either. Good for me! I think I am growing! Protect yourself, Landylue, no one else will! And, there’s always next year.
In May I’ll go see my daughter graduate from seminary, and then on to a beautiful Christian camp in the mountains that has a marvelous chef. I’ll be there for well over a week, and still be on the program. This is not any fun, guys! And I feel pathetically sorry for myself. I want it to be over. I want to reach my goal and I want it to be over.
And then I read Mike’s post and realize that it won’t ever be over, just not as severe.
This program is working, though, folks.
Failure is not an option.
I will not fall.
Landylue