THIRTYTONORMAL

moving on …

Things have been excellent as far as the eating plan goes.

Except for those occasions (which are happening less and less … hooray!) when the evil thoughts creep in.   The ones that pop up out of nowhere and make me think how awesomely delicious a cupcake piled high with frosting would taste.

And I realize that I really don’t want just one cupcake.  I want to eat lots … until I’m finally forced to say “no more” because I’m stuffed.

And actually that’s good.  That I realize that I really want to eat and eat and eat cupcakes and wouldn’t be satisfied with a bite or two or three or even an entire cupcake.

Because then I’m not trying to justify a bite or two and pretending that I can do moderation.

So I have these thoughts and then think to myself “SO not going to happen” and I move on.

Choosing to feel great and in control.

Recommitted …

It’s not how many times you fall that matters, but how many times you get back up.

We had a wonderful week-end, although it was rainy and cold outside.  I’m fully back on the  no sugar/flour course … I feel so much better when those two substances aren’t in my food.  I’ve been doing some reading, trying to clarify what I know works for me.

The truth is that the only other time I lost significant amount of weight was  when I significantly restricted sugar and flour in my everyday eating.  I still remember the day I ate a cookie for the first time since I’d stopped having them whenever I wanted.  At first it didn’t taste good at all (much too sweet), but I persevered and ate another and another until it did taste good.

And that was the beginning of this last weight gain.

So I’ve been wavering between thinking that I can’t live without *sweets so should just have them in moderation (which works for the first bite, but then I want more and more and more), and recognizing that I can’t eat just one.  At least not now at this stage in my journey.

*I say sweets, but mean anything with flour and sugar which includes my great-aunt’s yummy biscuits.  I would have been okay if I hadn’t eaten any, but just one unleashed the carb monster in me that had me white-knuckling in order not to shove more and more in my mouth.  The fact that I restricted how many I ate was due more to my not wanting to appear to be a pig in front of everybody than to my powers of restraint.

I’ve never smoked, but I’ve seen the expression on smoker’s faces when they inhale that first cigarette and I’m sure that was the expression on mine when I inhaled that one biscuit.

One of the books talked about restricting carbs.  And that just because you fall off the wagon (start eating carbs again) doesn’t mean you have to stay off.  It may take me a lot of times to learn to say no, but learn I will.  And I will learn that just because I want them doesn’t mean I should have them.  That cravings don’t equal need.

Because I know several truths about myself.  One is that when I don’t have flour/sugar in my eating, I don’t have cravings and I have tons of energy.  The other is that right now there is no moderation in my life with flour/sugar.  None.  So the third truth is that I am giving up flour/sugar.

I just need to remember that as long as I avoid that first bite I can do this.

 

 

Vacation interrupted …

We’re already back.  Mac got called in to solve some crisis at work.  We did have a fun four days with our friends, although I got a call today that they all have some kind of stomach flu.  Fingers crossed that we left before it arrived.

Eating was okay … I ate dessert a couple of days (didn’t want to not enjoy cupcakes! made by a master baker … and yes they were worth every bite) along with some homemade ice cream.  I’m not a big ice cream fan, but this was beyond delicious. And since I was eating in front of other people I was quite circumspect with my servings, all the while my inner brat child is begging for more, more, more.

Weight is still in the high 180′s … I occasionally think that maybe I’ll just weigh once a week, but then I remember that I’m really good at pretending I weigh less than I do.  I need that dose of reality every day.

I can’t wait to hit the 170′s.  I’ve been bouncing around the 180′s for over a year now.  A couple of times I’ve gotten all the way down to 181 and I’ve gotten all the way back to 189.  I just want to be done with it.  At this point I don’t think I’d even care if I spent months in the 170′s (especially since I’m sure I will) just as long as I never hit the 180′s again.

We did lots of walking/hiking/biking over the week-end.  Nothing too strenuous, but lots of fun.  I did discover that I use totally different muscles for hiking than I do for walking or the Nordic trak.  I have a ways to go to get in the shape I was in by the end of last season. I am happy to report, though, that I do have my exercise mojo back.