April 29, 2004 (Thursday) Day 151 on the Beach
WARNING! LONG RAMBLING CONFESSIONAL TYPE POST AHEAD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!
Todays topic class is on control or the lack thereof. So often on this weight loss journey we talk about losing control or feeling out of control with our eating. I decided to do some research on the word. The dictionary gives the following definitions of control: to exercise authority over; to restrain or curb; power to regulate or direct; and restrain, influence; check.
I can definitely say that last night I was out of control with my eating. No, I didnt cheat. I didnt need to. It wasnt about the specific food I was eating, but the way I felt eating it. I was so tired that I didnt make a meeting I needed to attend. I felt bad and asked DH to order a pizza. Of course I was going to dutifully take the toppings off and not eat the bread. I did just that. I also had my ½ cup of ice cream, the Pierres chocolate peanut butter stuff. There was nothing specifically wrong with that dinner. Okay, I didnt make the grilled pork chops and veggie I was supposed to cook but I was still within the confines of my plan (barely) but still there.
It was simply the way I approached the food mentally that was scary. I felt like the old Lisa. Thats bad. Real bad. I felt guilty and almost dirty as I scarfed down the pizza toppings barely pausing to chew. Just like the old days. Then to make matters worse, I couldnt stop myself. I knew I had satisfied my hunger but I couldnt restrain, curb, regulate, direct or exercise authority over the fork to mouth motions. I kept shoveling the food in and even my husband looked at me kind of scared and I almost growled at him with a What are you looking at buddy? Do you want a piece of me? Okay, a little levity is needed to lighten things up a bit on this post. But the point is I didnt like the feeling of being so out of control. I did manage to stop eating and DH craftily snuck up beside me and slid the plate away taking it to the kitchen without a word. I told myself I wouldnt have dessert. How could I? I had just eaten parts of 3 slices of pizza toppings and I really was full. An hour later I sat with giddy anticipation with my ½ cup of ice cream melting away in my favorite Mickey mouse shaped container.
I debated for about half a second over whether to actually eat it. As I started eating, so many thoughts started to go through my mind. Including a voice deep deep inside that was begging me to stop. It was saying that I had had enough. That I didnt want to ruin all the hard work I had worked so hard for. Another voice told me to ignore the wimp and keep eating myself back to fat oblivion. Its where I belonged. I didnt deserve to keep getting the compliments that I relish now. I didnt deserve to look in my full length mirror and not cringe. I didnt deserve to melt away to a normal size 10 or even an 8. I belonged in Fat World. No one would love me or want me or accept me in Skinny World.
Im happy to report the good voice won out. But for the first time since I started portioning out my desserts I got more than ½ cup and it scared me to have so much dessert in my cup at one time. I only ate about half of it and threw the rest of the contents of the cup in the garbage disposal. I will not be buying more of that Pierres ice cream. I have been feeling guilty about it since the day I brought it home. It obviously is a trigger food for me but I have been denying it. Well, Im not in denial about it anymore.
I think part of the problem with this episode of lost control is two-fold: One, I skipped my afternoon snack and didnt eat dinner until almost 9:30 because of a mix-up with our pizza order. That means I ate nothing between 2 and almost 10 pm. Thats way too many hours to go without food. Second, I have been reading a book about a woman who lost an incredible amount of weight in a very short period of time and she talks a lot about her binges and out of control episodes with food. She also talks extensively about whats it like to step outside Fat World and find yourself on an alien planet called Thin. Im not blaming the author for my negative feelings but her book is raw with emotion and hits so close to home, it scared me. The thought of truly being thin scars me. Guys, I know this is silly but none of my clothes fit. I am beginning not to recognize the face in the mirror staring back at me. As exciting as all this stuff is, its disconcerting too. Ive been so caught up in the excitement that I forgot to make sure Im mentally and emotionally ready or at least to check my mental and emotional state as often as I check my body in the mirror or my weight on the scale.
I think I posted yesterday that this weight loss journey is about so much more than the physical. I have to take time weekly and maybe even daily to make sure Im okay with this process emotionally and mentally.
I am feeling much more in control this morning. I knew that if I came here and wrote down (sorry about the War and Peace novel type post) that the real issues would become clear to me and I would see the path I needed to move forward. Im ready now. Boy, this is cheaper than therapy! If you have read this far, thanks for listening and sorry for the bumpy emotion-filled ride this morning!
Menu:
B: ½ bowl of cereal and 3 slices of bacon
S: 8 whole almonds
L: tuna salad with 8 whole wheat crackers and an orange
S: no afternoon snack
D: toppings off 3 slices of pizza, a diet soda and ½ cup of ice cream for dessert
Exercise/Water Gauge:
I did FIRM ab sculpt for my work out. I like doing a low or no impact work out instead of taking a rest day. Its working out fine so far. Water was a 4.75. Not too bad.
Thats a wrap for Thursday!
Laurie - Thanks so much for celebrating 150 cheat free days with me. I appreciate the support so much. I hope you have a wonderful weekend!!!!
