Well I cannot believe what I did Friday on the way home from work. A vendor had brought a gob of stuff and filled up a desk drawer full of "baddies" (I mean, can I say "goodies" when they are bad for me? lol) I told him NOT to tell me what was going in that drawer... he asked why? I said, "Because I am a recovering fatty." One NSV Wow moment to insert here in the midst of my soul bearing confession... He said, "NO you're not!' I said, "Oh YES I am!" But he just had to mention that he had Nestle crunches going in that drawer... I began to salivate the rest of the afternoon...
So the drawer kept calling my name REALLY REALLY LOUD.
"Melinda, come over here and look in this drawer."
"Melinda, there's some good tasting stuff. come see."
"I have candy! Come see..."
Now I might mention that I have been on my period... And ladies you know that means I wanted chocolate... I had allowed myself a few Hershey kisses a couple of days which seemed to help my moodiness. Tim said it wasn't as bad this month as it was LAST month, when I about drove him CRAZY!
So I gave in and looked in the drawer. I wish I hadn't. I got a bag of peanut M&M's. And can you believe I ate every single one of them? I felt icky when I got home, but suprisingly enough, maybe I ate them slowly enough, but I did not get pukingly throw up sick or diarrhea. I wish I had. But I kept saying, "there aren't many in this bag. I only have half a bag left, so I will eat two more." Then I said, well I almost have eaten them all and I didnt get sick. There are only 3 left. So go ahead and eat them. Well there were 5 left... I didnt stop at the 3. I ate them all.
Did I know it was wrong? YES. I have never been so blatantly stupid or rebelloius since having my surgery as I was this day... So since Friday I have seen a few places I have been lax in watching what I eat... and I have been back on the wagon so to speak...
I tried to de-carb the house. That really wasn't much luck. We don't bring crap in. Its OUTSIDE the house I get the crap. So I made a resolve to do better, not just for me but for Tim too because he is having some high blood pressure issues. His weight has gone up (since being with me because he eats my leftovers, which that has stopped because we box it up now and eat it the next day for supper). We both have to watch our weight... him to lose and me to maintain.
Why am I sharing this? Because I needed the accountability. As long as I hide it, I can pretend it didn't happen and keep doing it. But when I admit it, with people who KNOW that I shouldn't be doing it, I can watch my p's and q's, and do right again. Make sense?
And, I have always said that I wanted to be honest about my weight loss journey. Maybe this will help someone (and it helps me before things get out of control). Once I got my plastic surgery, and the hanging tummy was gone, I began to think, "I'm normal. I'm not overweight anymore. I can eat normal again." WRONG! There are many temptations out there... and we work so hard to overcome them. But psychologically I think something happens when we begin to accept ourselves as thinner, more normal, and don't see "fat me" in the mirror. It's like "I've lost all this weight... I've earned the right to eat something BAD for me." Oh how dangerous. I am scared, frightened, frantic that I will gain all the weight back. I hear of too many who fall into potholes in the road and then end up failing. I don't want this....
So thanks for listening to my rambling confession...