It’s been a while since my last post. Easter has come and gone. I sent my son off to basic training in the military (he’s joining the Canadian Navy). A number of birthdays (Dad, Krystal, Avery). Through all of these events I have learned a number of things about myself. 1) old habits die hard. 2) if you don’t plan you can’t execute. 3) I love food! 4) get the triggers out of your life.
When I’m busy and stressed I turn to food and not the good kind. Cookies, chocolate, pop (soda), junk food. These take me to my happy place. But only for a short period of time. After an hour or two I feel like crap. Both physically and emotionally. This is an old habit that is hard for me to break. Somehow I justify it that it is only temporary. But when the scale starts to climb day after day I realize that it is not temporary.
Celebrations of any kind cause me to lose myself in the moment. I am with the people I love. The conversation is great and the food is awesome. This is a deadly combination for me. I lose track of my eating and drinking. Before I know it I have eaten way more than I should have and I physically don’t feel well. Why do I do this to myself? Again I love the food and the moments.
Friday nights are the worst for me too. After being “good” all week, Friday night tends to be the “cheat” night. I seem to have cravings that I don’t have during the rest of the week. And if the “bad” or trigger foods are in the house, guess what I reach for? You got it. And I don’t just eat one or two. No, I consume until I am satisfied for my tummy. Then my brain kicks in and says “Hey dummy!! You ate way too much!!! You are going to feel like crap in a bit and in the morning.” And once again, he is right.
I happy that I am getting back on track. I am planning my meals during the week. I am taking a lunch every day. I am eating healthy. The weight is coming off again. This week I am down over 6 lbs. But I won’t pat my back too hard as I am still heavier than my lightest weight this year. But at least I am realizing my flaws and getting back to a healthy lifestyle. This is a journey with many bumps, curves and potholes. I just need to realize it, deal with it and embrace it. Here’s to a good week.
One bite at a time.