Last week I went over my pointage allowance somewhat… We went away for the weekend and one of the evenings I gorged on Maltesers and wine. I woke up with a sugar and booze hangover, felt physically bleurgh and rather annoyed with myself. Do you know what my first thought was?
Was it, “Oh well, I really
enjoyed that, but I will move on and eat healthily for the rest of the week and
it shouldn’t be too bad come weigh in”?
Oh –ho-ho-ho-ho-nooooooo it
wasn’t. That would be the thinking of a logical, rational, level headed
Was it “Aaaggghhhhh I am so wracked with guilt, I have totally
learned my lesson and will be a perfect little weight watcher from here on
Nope that is also a little too sensible.
SO what were my
twisted, emotionally charged thoughts that morning?
Well, you may know what I
was thinking….you may have been there too….
“Ahhhhh sod it. I’ve blown it now, may as well go down to the
hotel buffet breakfast and gorge myself silly. After all I have spoiled it
for his week anyway…..
that all about????
Yeah because when I drop my phone on the floor,
instead of picking it up and checking it is OK and trying not to drop it again,
I stamp on it and throw it against the wall, just to make sure it is REALLY
When I spill a drop of milk on the countertop at breakfast time,
I go back and get the whole 3 litre bottle and pour it all over the entire
When I trip and stumble on a stair, I throw myself head first
down the rest, I have given myself a little bruise... I may as well GO AND BREAK EVERY
DARN BONE IN MY BODY….
SO why the whole “I have gone
over on my points and eaten too much, therefore I may as well binge myself into
oblivion” mentality with a weight loss slip up? I don’t get it AT
Luckily (for me but not her) I was met at the brekkie
buffet with the sight of a VERY large lady helping herself to a VERY large plate
of fried food and it brought me to my senses. No! I thought. I am not going to stuff myself just because I stuffed myself yesterday. That makes no sense what soever. It is now all about damage limitation. So instead of a big plate of fried brekkie, 2 croissants and a huge muffin (which is what I really wanted) I ate a big bowl of fresh fruit salad and one croissant. Yep, aren't I good? And it was yum.
What is that quote?… uh….
“If you do what you always did, you will get what you always
Yeah, that's the one. I don’t want that anymore. I don’t want
the messed up thinking. I don’t want the guilt. I don’t want the all or nothing
mentality. I don’t want the self-sabotage. I don’t want the completely mindless
eating for the sake of eating. I don’t want to just keep gorging and
I don’t want to be fat.
I want to be healthy. Physically
There is no way I can go through life depriving myself of cake and chocolate and bread and cheese... No way. But just because I have the odd slip up here and there, doesn't mean I need to throw in the towel. Instead, I just need to hoik my big fat bottom back onto the wagon and carry on carrying on.