Pam,
You have still lost 43 pounds. Do not despair. You can do this. Just keep getting right back on the horse!
I've been on this since Oct. 16th, and yes, I have had several days where I fell off it. There was a vacation to Maryland where I strayed... then I got stressed at work multiple days, and went right back to my old standbys of junk food and booze. And then there was Thanksgiving and a couple dinners out with family that I ate "normally" too, including dessert on a couple of them.
But I have now reached the point where I see that I am only hurting MYSELF by eating off the plan. There are no good feelings that come of pigging out. And of course there is no good body image/love afterwards either.
Last night, I had a shock that normally would have sent me straight into a binge. I found out through an email that this man (my upcoming "first date" I mentioned before) was not really over his ex, and after a very warming build-up of email letters and phone calls for a month, poof, that was it. No date Saturday... that I had prepped and prepped for. After 2 years of no romance in my life at all, I had been seriously craving some human attention and contact, and I was pretty crushed. (Though I did respond with care to him, not hostility. After all, he was honest when he could have led me, absolutely willingly, right down the primrose path to a gigantic emotional mess.)
In hindsight, hours later, I knew that it was actually kind of him to let me know this BEFORE I met him and got more into it. But at first, I reacted by thinking, let's get a pizza, let's drink... but instead, well, I ate a couple MF cracker packets, some V8 juice, and a few tablespoons of olive bruschetta spread. Ok, the olives were a no-no, but I stopped after about 5 minutes, put the lid back on, and went to bed.
While in bed, I thought, I could binge Friday night. And tonight, yes, I was tempted, but I DID NOT GIVE IN. I had my MF chicken salad, a packet of crackers, and water.
How do I feel now? MUCH BETTER than if I had crammed 8 slices of pizza in and drunk a bottle of red wine. Then I'd have felt emotionally -and physically- beaten down.
Pam, you come here ANY TIME you want to vent, and we will listen... and care... and fill those sails of yours back up again. That is what we are here for: support.
Keep on trying. You will have that day where your own "aha!" moment takes you over and bouys you up to get you through this. It can be tough, no joke, but we deserve to get to the end. You are a beautiful, strong-hearted woman and you can DO THIS.
You with me?