After two weeks of zero tracking, half hearted exercise and generally not being concerned with food intake I was at a cross roads on Saturday morning. I knew I'd see a gain and I debated not going. Maybe just take a week and get my act together and go next week. I had this debate with myself and then realized...just go. I wasn't hiding anything from anyone by not going. I needed to face up to my behaviour and suck it up. So yeah I saw a gain and that's o.k. I know what I need to do and it will be done. While the rest of Saturday didn't turn out so great, I was dead on OP on Sunday and I'm on my way today.
I think it's important to own up to the food demons. At a recent meeting we talked about closet eating. This has never been a issue for me as I live alone but it was an interesting discussion. We decided there's no such thing as bad food. If you call it bad then you feel guilty or that you've done something wrong. It's not a disaster if you have a sundae, even better if you planned for it. One person brought up an interesting story. Her mom has been on weight watchers since she can remember and when once asked if she was on weight watchers she said no, I'm a weight watcher. This is not a diet it's learning to take care of yourself for the rest of your life as any effort to incorporate a healthy lifestyle is.
I feel no guilt over my gain, it's the result of my actions. To see a different result I need to change my actions.
Until tomorrow my friends