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Was it because I was thinking about binge eating?

Or was it just that the “perfect storm” was approaching and there was nothing I could do about it?

On Saturday, I listed the life ingredients that can cause me to binge.  So why didn’t I mention that I was feeling several of those things, and that I was going to have to negotiate a social event and then 2 days alone?  In other words, why didn’t I admit that the clouds were building and I needed a plan to avoid doing what I was obviously going to do?

I woke up on Saturday morning feeling grumpy and twitchy.  No amount of exercise or healthy food made me feel better.  I kept fast-forwarding through the next couple of weeks and allowing myself to stress about the “to do” list.  I also allowed myself to turn “what I want” into “what I must do”.  That’s not a good mind-set for me.

That night we had friends over and I just wanted to have fun.  Nothing at all in any way wrong with that, but I wasn’t admitting to myself that I couldn’t imagine reigning myself in again.

I woke up the next morning with a bit of a hangover and a weird impatience for the husband to leave on his business trip and let me get on with my work.  Ha! I DID have plans for work but there was that almost-but-not-quite-subconscious alter-ego making plans for what I was going to eat once he was out of the house.

And eat is what I did.  It wasn’t particularily junky food and some of it was even planned.  But it was pretty non-stop and way way too much for any woman of my size and stature. And, of course, there was baking.

This morning, I woke up feeling vaguely ill and it took me a long time to get out of bed to face the day (and myself).

What were my choices?

  • I could do it again because I have another day alone, but I’m relieved to say that didn’t appeal at all.
  • I could put it behind me and relish the clean slate – zero the journal and act as though today was the first day of the week.

But I wasn’t sure that was quite right either.  I’ve definitely moved on from blowing a whole week/month/year but now I need to move myself along a little further.  It’s GOOD that I’m willing to draw a line under negative eating behaviour and move on.  But it’s better to look back and FACE IT before I wipe it off.

That’s the difference.  I’ve been moving on without looking back, without learning from my rather spectacular crash and burn episodes.  So I went back to my journal and wrote down everything I could remember eating in the past 48 hours.  And I remember a lot – partly because much of it was planned so it was only the significant “extras” that I needed to remember.

The total?

  • Sunday: 2600 calories
  • Monday: 2500 calories

That’s  interesting because I would have thought I’d eaten much more yesterday.  At least, my mindset was much less healthy while I was eating yesterday so it felt like a binge rather than just eating too much with friends.

An the outcome of this exercise?  Well – basically, the “worst” I can do isn’t all that bad.  My ultimate disaster – the shameful binge – is actually just a couple of days of overeating.  I reset my Nutracheck goal for this week to “maintenance” and all of a sudden it’s all completely retrievable.  I will keep running and walking and eating sensibly and I’ll leave it a couple of days to weigh myself.

But it’s all ok.  It is.

I may have just disarmed the binge. I’ll keep you posted.

 
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I am learning that illness makes me not really care about losing weight.  Which is a drag because I had hopes of accomplishing something this week in that line – like maybe a pound off.  But my coughing (barking) and sore throat make me want to eat whatever’s easiest to prepare and swallow.

Last night I didn’t feel like cooking so we had a very rare Chinese takeaway. (see the result of the sodium on my daily weigh-in.)

And today I suggested we go out for lunch – where I struggled to find something that would suit taste buds, eating plan, stomach woes and sore throat.  I ended up getting a Beetroot Tart Tatin with a rocket, tomato and feta salad.  The tatin was almost like a dessert – except for warm beets instead of warm apples.  I ended up leaving most of the delicious crust because it was obviously mostly butter but the salad was lovely with a little balsamic vinegar. And a small glass of wine.  And coffee.  And some of the husband’s chips because this place makes the BEST chips in the United Kingdom.

We sat at a middle table – perfect for watching everyone coming and going. We read the paper and chatted and eavesdropped whenever possible.  Nice way to pass part of a Sunday afternoon.

I guess I’m going to have to reign things in a little for the rest of the week.  I’ve got dinner out tomorrow night in London and a hotel breakfast the next day.  After than I can eat lightly for the rest of the week.

The above is a FORCED conversation because I really just want to chuck it in for the week and eat whatever I want. I’m tired and stressed and sick and nervous about an important meeting on Tuesday.  The last thing I want to think about is how much I’m going to weigh next Saturday.

But I also don’t want to weigh more than I do right now – not because it would be the worst thing that could happen, but because I don’t want to go to the effort of re-losing weight that’s already gone.  Whatever my stresses of the moment, extra large helpings of carbs are not going to provide a long-term solution.

Sigh.  It’s only realistic that I’m going to have these attitude dips once in a while but they’re tiresome and make me feel so unbelievably bored with myself.

I’ll be offline for a couple of days but intend to come back here and tell you that I’ve made some good decisions.  And that I had a good meeting.  And that there was no traffic on the motorways.  And that I found parking at the hotel.  And that my cold is better.

 
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I was going to write today that I felt lucky to be having a good week – not so much good, as EASY.  An easy week is one where I just don’t feel overly hungry but I do feel like getting out and moving.  And I consider it lucky because I can’t for the life of me figure out why I feel like that sometimes.

It’s not because I’m disciplined – I don’t need to dredge up discipline during “easy” times.

It’s not because of my good habits or my good thoughts or my  – my anything.  It just all seems to fall into place sometimes.

Did you notice that I said I was going to write etc etc.  Yeah, well.

I don’t know what causes “easy” weeks, but I sure know what ends them.

This morning the husband had to get up at stupid o’clock which made the furry creature think it was playtime and who wants to play all alone so let’s stand on Millie and see how hard I have to smash her skull with mine before she surrenders and gets out of bed.  By my reckoning, about 20 minutes.

So I’m TIRED.  And tired makes me want to feel full.  I don’t understand the connection but it’s definitely there.

And then there’s the continuing winter weather.  COLD makes me want to feel full, especially when I’m tired.

And, finally, I felt obliged to plan for a meal out tomorrow night.  If I hadn’t been cold and tired this might not have been problem -but somehow my crazy switch had been flicked and the process when something like this:

  • look for a restaurant that is local, cheap, tasty and suitable for gluten-free friend – never mind low cal.
  • find a restaurant that looks suitable except maybe for the low cal bit.
  • plan out food for today and tomorrow to see what kind of calories I might have to play with tomorrow night
  • panic
  • feel resentful
  • know that I could easily maintain this week but I’m in losing mode and I don’t want to screw up
  • feel more resentful
  • feel hungry – eat peanut butter out of the jar.
  • feel slightly better but still have the “What the Hell” feeling.
  • realise that I do not have it in me to eat very little just so I can eat a lot tomorrow night
  • eat more peanut butter – totally unplanned

Now I’m standing back and marvelling at how quickly I can go from “Lucky me” to “Oh crap”.

Aha!

I’ve just realised what flicked the switch:  I’ve committed to going to Weight Watchers on  Saturday morning.   All the negativity is because my WW scale crazies are taking over my sensible mind.

FACT: On my own scales, I’m more than 2 lbs lighter than I was last Saturday.

FACT: I’m not going to gain it all back eating sea bass at a Brazilian restaurant.

FACT: That weight loss might not show on Saturday morning.

FACT: I’m a bloody Gold Member who is several pounds below goal.

FACT: Just when you think you’re sane, along comes a scale moment and WHAM.

FACT: I’m fine now.  Time for a cup of tea.

Sanity restored.  Glad I’ve got this blog.

 
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The double-mindedness of weight loss is one of the hardest things for me to conquer – besides overeating and under-exercising……..

I’m talking about those times when you are really and truly trying to follow a plan but your mind keeps slipping ahead to some food and drink oriented event in the future. And the result is usually to completely sabotage the present because…….. Because WHY?!

This is the thing I want to know.

The past two days have been like that. The mouth speaks the words: “I’m sick of food. I’m eating for health and energy this week.” And my head agrees. So which organ is it that then reaches for the chocolate, the six crackers or an extra large helping of potatoes? And all the time I’m eating that food that I don’t really want, there’s an tiny voice somewhere -or maybe just a shimmery picture in my head – of all the restaurant eating to come this weekend.

It’s weird behaviour that has its roots in the All of Nothing dieting mindset. And even though I no longer choose to have that mindset, it still affects my actions.

So what’s up for the weekend? The husband and I have already decided that lunch will be a soup only affair. Breakfast is harder because avoiding the hotel breakfast means a coffee shop and that involves baked goods. Be right back…….

I just went looking for nutritional information. Starbucks makes it such a palaver that I almost gave up but found that the reduced fat fruit swirl has 440 cals and 3 grams of saturated fat and 9 grams of protein. The Tim Hortons cinnamon raisin bagel has 270 calories, .2 grams of saturated fat and 10 grams of protein.

Bagel it is then. And we’ll buy 1% milk for the hotel room coffee.

Dinner will be a treat. We’re planning on the Irish Heather pub tonight, Keg Steak on Saturday and no plans yet for tomorrow. Maybe even more soup!

For today, I’m thinking about all the healthy and sane food behaviour I can work into the next 3 days.

  • Eat well
  • Walk loads
  • Enjoy the company

I’ll let you know how it goes.  OH – And Happy New Year!

 
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Yesterday I wrote something positive on another site then felt bad all day.  Surprisingly, I didn’t let that feeling lead to overeating but, on a different day, I might have.  I see from other people that it’s pretty common to do some out-of-control eating after mentioning how well things are going.  I also see that it’s common behaviour when things are not going so well.

Last week’s tiny loss after a perfect week felt awful and I had to fight the “what the hell?” feeling.

Yesterday’s loose jeans and cumulative loss felt great but talking about it left me with the same feeling.

I guess these are just learned responses over time.  I’ve lost weight and put it back on so many times that I sabotage good results right away because, in my mind, it’s going to happen eventually anyway.

Because this is a lifelong battle, there is emotional junk related to being fat stuffed into all the corners of my inner self : playground insults, family teasing, horrible old ladies, and especially agonising teenage self-consciousness.  I need to forgive all those versions of myself and let her know that the fat was really such a tiny part of who she really was.  I need to forgive all those people – most of them were commenting because they wanted something better for me but didn’t know how to help. Except Sandra; she was just mean.

Seeing as it’s Sunday – I think I’ll get down to the business of forgiving right now.  And I suppose Sandra should be top of the list.

NOTE:  This isn’t where I thought this post was going.  I thought it was going to be about learning to work hard whether I was happy or disappointed with whatever was going on with weight loss.   I never know where this blogging thing will take me.

 
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That’s what it feels like I’m doing since my blood sugar issue began–saying goodbye. But it’s turning into a much longer goodbye that it ought to be. I really believed that I would take responsibility for my health when the chips (no pun intended) were down. But it’s turning out to be harder than I thought to take care of myself. This needs to be a “pull off the bandaid quickly” kind of thing, not a long drawn out process. How do I make that happen?

 
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I figure it takes me about two to three weeks now to recover from a serious tumble into a vat of sugar/fat/whatever.

This time it also took two weeks of awful stomach problems to force me into getting back into really good habits. Even giving up the wine has been easy because I feel so much better for it.

And what triggered the negative behaviour? Weirdly, it was Weight Watchers. No kidding. I went to my usual meeting and talked to the wonderful leader about changing the weight on my gold card. Eleven years ago, 142lbs was reasonable but not any more.

Once we’d decided on a new weight, she said in the most encouraging way, “That’s only three pounds away; you can do that easily. ”

Then I went home and ate. Sigh. It was probably the unfortunate colliding of the stress of the whole previous year, hormones, and self-imposed expectations – but what a stupid thing to do!

So I’ve now had five weeks of :

  • destructive behaviour (don’t have to describe that for anyone)
  • regrouping behaviour (starting the blog & talking to other Rems)
  • healthy and self-caring behaviour  (properly journalling)

On the positive side, I used to measure those episodes in months or even years rather than weeks so there is definite progress noted.

 
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If I was smart, I’d go into my fridge right now and purge a lot of the leftovers from Thanksgiving.  I’d keep the turkey, that’s good for sandwiches and soup and I can freeze some for future casseroles.  However, the stuffing should be thrown out for sure, plus the leftover dessert that my daughter in law so thoughtfully left with us.  I don’t really need the extra homemade soda bread, even though it tastes so good toasted. So why don’t I?  Throw it down the garbage disposal and dispose of it somewhere other than in my stomach.

Easy enough question, it should be an easy enough action.  But,,,,, that famous word of prevaricators (is that a word?) I have such a hard time throwing out ‘perfectly good food’.  After all, ‘there are starving people in Africa’.  It’s not good to ‘waste food’.  Can you hear my mother talking? I can.  So what that I’m almost 52 and that times have changed.  So what that my eating it won’t help those starving people one little whit. It still pains me to throw it away.  I suspect that this is a problem mostly for people who grew up, or had parents who grew up, in the depression era or in families where money was scarce.

I really need to get over it.

 
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Yesterday ended up being a fairly easy series of good meal choices. So another day down.
I think it’s time to start thinking about goals – not exactly when and not exactly how much but I’ve had a personal goal of reaching a body weight and shape and maintaining it for a year.
I’ve been very close that shape/weight a couple of times but have let life and mad moments of self-sabotage get in the way – so the remedial work continues.
I head home for Christmas in 6 weeks – just enough time to work hard and get to that place. I’m old enough to have reasonable expectations about what constitutes a “ideal” weight/shape.
Despite that, my main obstacle will be whatever is sloshing around in my skull and this blog will be my most important tool for bashing down walls and talking my way out of difficult situations.
Better run -this post has been a Blackberry experiment.

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