I've been battling my evil food monger (e.f.m.) and reading all these posts and one thing is jumping out at me. Very frequently one of us is disappointed by ONLY a 2 or 3 or heck even 9 pound loss in one week. We wished it was more, it should be more, WHY ISN'T IT MORE!?! And we want it now! Not tomorrow, NOW. We've worked for it, suffered for it, give it to us NOW, we deserve it.
I imagine there's a scientific hypothesis behind my next statement, but alas and alack, I'm no scientist. But even so it seems to me that there is a limit to what our bodies can safely lose within the period of a few days. Add to that the arithmetic of calories in and calories burned and I think it's probably only reasonable to lose a couple (few) pounds a week. Don't we have to burn off 3000 calories to lose a pound? Or is it 3500? Our daily activities only add up to so much caloric use, and I doubt any of us are in the shape to go run a marathon one day to boost that loss a few pounds. Right?
I said something in a post yesterday about not being able to see past the minute in front of my face. Isn't that what this whole issue is about??? From gaining the weight to trying to lose it, it's about instant gratification versus delayed gratification.
I have taught myself that I can stuff my body with food at any given moment and FEEL GOOD while I'm doing it. And I woulda made a FANTASTIC dog for Mr. Pavlov, cause lemme tell ya the bell rings and I'm the first one in line at McD's panting for an extra value meal.
I have conditioned myself to eat. When in doubt, eat. When in pain, eat. When in fear, eat. When happy, eat. Sad? No prob, just eat. And for those moments that I'm eating, I am at peace. Pseudo-peace, but peace it is, and any port in a storm right? And I want it now! Not tomorrow, NOW. I've worked for it, suffered for it, give it to me NOW, I deserve it!
So what about the rest of the time? What about the majority of time when I am not feeding myself and all I can think about is how miserable I am for being so fat? It would seem foolish to trade a few frivolous moments of pleasure for endless hours of pain wouldn't it? And yet I have ..... for years.
I haven't been able to see past the instant gratification. I haven't been able to see clearly enough that forgoing the moments pleasure of eating will allow me to solve the problem of 'the rest of the time'. The problem of hating myself (and sometimes the world), being ashamed, being guilty, and being alone in a self-imposed prison. And I'm at a point where I would give just about anything to leave all that self-defeating malarky behind. Including the food.
It's all the same, I couldn't eat fast enough before. Now, I can't lose it fast enough. Like a child, I have no concept of a long term goal, or working at something for a long time and achieving success. (god knows how I ever got through college).
But here's the thing....... every time e.f.m. tells me to get in the car and hit a drive through and I tell that voice in my head to stuff it, I'm learning. I'm learning to tell myself 'Not right now, we're doing something more important than bingeing.' And you know what? I won't always make the right decision.
But instead of letting one slip up turn into another 6 months of unadulterated eating, I'll make it an isolated incident, and get back to making better decisions. (Like eating a handful of chocolate chips instead of a trip to the store for a cartful of goodies - I use that as an example cause that's what I did last night ...... the chips, not the cart)

And hopefully that's how a bad habit dies and a good habit is born.
Keep working gang, we can do this,
Carrie