by Nancy » December 24th, 2004, 10:49 am
Hiya, Landylu ~
I have wondered about you and what you've been up to ~ I was hoping it was "down to" but we all have those days.
You've found your way homeward and for that, I am thankful!
So, Wellbutrin decreases one's appetite, eh? Well, bring it on! I take Prednisone which makes me feel like a raging scarfer. I just must be very very disciplined or I'd give in to my foody desires. It has been extremely difficult for me the last week and I have remained in control until last night when I was baking cookies.
We had been out and a bout during the day and I shared on of my shakes with Terry and gave my bar to a lady at the market. We stopped for coffee at Starbuck’s and I found my eyes kept darting to the cookie case…I told Terry that I was really hungry and we needed to get going. We got busy chattin’ with each other and some folks at Bucky’s. By the time we got home, I was wa-a-a-a-a-y past my eating time.
I prepared a nice supper of grilled salmon, a small green salad and green beans. Terry also had cottage cheese (because HE can – we are on maintenance for those of you who have recently joined our happy getting-smaller group. No, you may NOT have cottage cheese if you are on the weight loss plan!).
I was doing all right but got hungry in about an hour and fifteen minutes so I had a bottle of water. The HONGRIES raged. I had a pickle and more water. I wrapped gifts. I dusted.
I mixed up and baked a couple of batches of cookies as a gift for a friend. About 2 AM, as I was just finishing getting the kitchen back in order and gonna head for bed, my mind went blank. Terry and Unca were in bed. I was in the kitchen. ALL ALONE! I felt like I heard the small still voice that blurted out, “Danger! Danger, Will Robinson! You are in imminent Danger. Get your tiny hiney outta there!”
I had baked two different types of cookies and I ate two of each…
I was cheesed at myself because I scarfed them, didn’t savor them and didn’t even have a cup of tea or a cup of coffee with them.
I broke all my rules: allowed too much time to go between meals earlier in the day. I had planned ahead by taking an extra shake and bar with me for the afternoon excursion but my generosity got me in trouble. If I hadn’t given my bar to that lady shopper and my extra shake to Terry, I would have eaten on time. (Notice the slight case of BLAME goin’ on here?!)
Lesson learned: It’s every man/woman/kid for himself! Don’t share YOUR very own Medigrub with anyone– if you don’t eat on time, you are more likely to pay for it later on or the next day when you just can’t seem to control the hunger.
Avoid dangerous foody activities when your day has been compromised! I could have baked the cookies the next morning when I was well-rested, had eaten breakfast on time and was feeling more in control.
Avoid being in the kitchen or near the refer when you are feeling weak. Never stay in there when you are alone.
Did I do badly? Am I a naughty Girl, destined to spend the afternoon standing in the corner while others laugh and talk and snack?
No. I am not a bad girl. I am human. I AM on maintenance (don’t let that become an excuse or a license to eat ‘though…) but I did not need those cookies. Those FOUR transfatty sugar-laden cookies. I didn’t even enjoy them. I planned to eat a few goodies the next day so I was doing without for a few days because I never overeat two days in a row and I never eat sugary fatty foods two days in a row. I try to stay low glycemic all the way.. Point is, we are ALL susceptible to moments of uncontrolled scarfage.
Learn from my lesson and this weekend, especially, eat all of your Medifast food on time.
Do not skip any meals.
Drink all of your water.
Don’t be caught in the kitchen ALONE. Take a guard with you; you’ll be less likely to sneak grub.
Get plenty of rest.
Set yourself up for success.
If you must eat, have a tablespoon of the food in question; eat just ONE cookie or whatever it is that you feel you need to make this your special holiday celebration.
Get right back on the Mediwagon the next day. Do not let one meal turn into three and one day to turn into a week. Now is the time to deal with it.
Merry CHRISTmas to all and blessings to you!
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