The Gift that Keeps Giving

Well, I’m full of turkey, stuffing, mashed and sweet potatoes, a myriad of appetizers, lasagna, and slices of ricotta, pecan, and Boston cream pie. My goal was not to eat too much on Thanksgiving Day, and I didn’t, since my attention was on cooking and serving my guests. However, all promises to myself about being moderate went bye, bye, the next day. It was as if I had an internal “pac man” that needed to be fed over and over. I also could not quell the internal dialogue that kept focusing on telling me to try the leftovers. I found myself walking in the direction of the refrigerator as if I had become part of a zombie cult.

I awoke Saturday, the day after my glutenous noshing to over-eaters guilt and a body that felt somewhat analogous to a hot air balloon! Where did all my good intentions go? Obviously they were plucked out of my conscious mind leaving me hypnotized by the contents of the refrigerator.

This is not the first time I have gone down this path. I have struggled with my weight for the greater part of my life. Ten pounds up, ten pounds down, fifteen pounds up, fifteen pounds down, twenty pounds up, twenty pounds down. The cycle keeps repeating itself according to where I am in life. I’ve actually achieved a good weight at times through being incredibly vigilant. I’ve done all the things that the weight-loss police have advocated, portion control, exercise, food diaries, etc. There’s no doubt that they work, but then something happens, like the birth of my children, divorce, being a care-taker for an elderly parent, earning a living, or having health problems. It doesn’t have to be a serious problem that precipitates over-eating. It could be going on a vacation, or celebrating a holiday.

I’ve tried a plethora of diets, and a lot of them work. However, I really want to have an entourage of individuals that makes sure I don’t deviate from my goals. After all why can’t I lose twenty pounds in three weeks like the movie stars that are showcased as models for the rest of us. They have babies and fit into clothes they wore as toddlers right after the baby is born. I look like I never gave birth.

I know some of you are thinking,”you can do it”, just write you affirmations, stop eating gluten, eat less, and walk more. And believe me I haven’t given up. But I do accept a certain reality. I will never be “sylph like”. I have gained and lost a tribe of people, so there are more of me around that you might recognize. By the way, enjoy your leftovers!

5 Replies to “The Gift that Keeps Giving”

  1. I did the same thing! Now I’m reading, “Japanese women never get old or fat!” Maybe next year I’ll make a seaweed tofurkey for thanksgiving! I won’t gain weight because I won’t want to eat it! LOL! XO!

  2. Hoo boy. I hear ya’ on this one. Best laid plans and all…
    I think the only thing that helped me (besides being ticked off at myself when my clothes were tight – I’m NOT a clothes shopper, so the ones I have pretty much last until they’re threadbare) was an App on my iPad called MyFitnessPal. I treated it like a game, and it has done for me what I couldn’t do for myself. Sure, I still have my ‘raid the fridge’ days, but I’m better now and treat myself nicer along with loving myself a little bit more. ‘Sylph like’ ain’t gonna happen.
    As far as I’m concerned, (and I have actually spoken to you a little during a ‘Power Within’ event in Calgary), I think you look terrific. 🙂

  3. Every mouthful seems to appear immediately on my thighs! I ate with abandon till my pants felt so tight I could barely move! I start out wearing the tightest pants I own then when I can no longer breathe I’m forced to stop. I never weigh myself. My trick is to keep wearing the tight pants till they are not tight anymore. That’s my way to control consumption.

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