“My fitness goal is to get down to what I told the DMV.”
As you noticed, I actually used the word “diet” instead of “eating plan”. My eating plan wasn’t working. Yes, while exploring healthy food I made healthy food. Lots of it. And then I ate lots of it. Didn’t want all that healthy food to go to waste. So it went to waist.
While visiting with a group I threw out that funny quip that eating in the middle of the night was expected or else why would there be a light in the fridge. Gales of laughter. As we all got up to leave one of the women came up to me. “Can we talk,” she said.
We discovered that we were both dealing with similar issues – eating when not hungry, knowing the rules of good eating and rationalizing our way out of them, and hating ourselves in the morning. The late and middle of the night eating seemed to be our biggest concern.
We were wishing each other well, still feeling frustrated, when we had the idea to use technology to help – namely texting. Whenever the irrational urge to indulge in night eating reared it’s ugly little head we would text the other person for support. When I arrived home I decided that I would commit to texting my new partner in health daily in order to make myself accountable.
That first day I pretty much sailed along except for eating way too much for dinner. Even though it was mainly a curry vegetable dish, I didn’t stop eating when I was full, but rather continued until it was all eaten. Once in bed I began to think about food. Or was that obsess about food. I couldn’t sleep. Finally, I got up, made a cup of tea, and slowly drank it while listening to a news show online, keeping my hands busy playing computer solitaire. When my vision began to blur I went back to bed and slept.
Because I knew I had to report my success or slips in the morning I was able to keep myself from eating. Maybe my obsession of wanting to look good in front of others wasn’t all bad. Had a chocolate protein shake for breakfast with strawberries and coffee in it. Didn’t get a lot of sleep but got an attagirl from myself. Will keep you posted on how this works.
Loveya – The Grandma
Artist, African hand drum student, yoga neophyte, and Grandmother of 22 or so grandchildren. I enjoy cooking and writing. I value good friends and quiet times for reading.