This morning...
Me: (opens son's bedroom door and flips on the light) Mornin', buddy!!! Time to get up!!!
Son: (groans as he gets out of bed and starts to get dressed) Oooookaaaaay.
Me: (goes and sits back down on the couch)
A minute later he comes out of his room, fully dressed, and then heads into the bathroom to brush his teeth, comb his hair and get ready for school. When he finishes he goes back into his room. Meanwhile, our daughter gets up, pours herself a bowl of cereal and sits at the kitchen table eating. A little while goes by and I notice our son hasn't come out of his room again yet.
Me: What is he doing in there?
Daughter: I don't know, but it's really quiet.
Me: Yeah, you're right. I don't hear anything.
I get up and go open his door to see what he was doing. His light was turned back off, he's lying in bed, BACK in his pajamas, sleeping.
Me: BUDDY!!!
Son: (wakes up confused) Whaaat?
Me: Dude, what are you doing?!?!?!
Son: Sorry, sorry. Sorry. I'm sorry. Sorry.
Then, he gets up, gets dressed (AGAIN) and goes into the bathroom to brush his teeth and get ready for school (AGAIN).
As much as I try, I just don't understand kids. Not at all.
I like assembling things, I could see myself hiding in my basement with some moderately-interesting movies/tv shows on while I do the assembly work.
Guess I need to look up Cate's article and leptin. All too familiar with that swing. When I first joined the forum, I went from 3-something down to 299. Then it was Thanksgiving. Then I kept struggling, and giving up, and resetting, and getting frustrated, and trying new methods, and saying "fuggit, I can just be fat," and... well, you get the point...
That's me. I do good for a little bit, then struggle and give up. Reset. Do good for a little bit, then struggle and give up. And, so on.
I have a new approach this time around though. Instead of doing good until the point of struggle, then giving up by saying "F-it, I'm going to have a cheat day" (which ultimately leads to way more than A cheat day), I'm going to do good and, when and if I start to struggle, I will do nothing more than ease my hardcore cravings at that moment and that moment alone by eating what my body craves. If I've been good for two weeks and start to crave a bunch of carbs? I'll eat some bread or potatoes and leave it at that. If I've been good for a while and start to crave something sweet? I'll have a little bowl of ice cream and leave it at that. No more of this, "Weeeeell, I HAVE been good for a while, so I DESERVE a cheat day, right?" No more of that. That always leads me back to failure.