Montgomery
New member
July 21, 2016
(1st entry)
The problem (the one I can identify at least) is the simple fact that I love to eat. I derive great pleasure in the act of eating. I'm not a foodie who savors the flavor and presentation of a meal. I just simply enjoy putting food in my mouth, chewing, and swallowing. It doesn't really matter what the food is or if it even tastes good. For the minutes while I eat, my brain tells my body to keep up the experience. When I am done with the food in front of me, I experience a moment of sadness, not over what I have done, but over the end of my food. If I am near a food source, I will quickly return to the food over and over, until my mind switches over to remorse. Sometimes it takes minutes. Sometimes it takes hours. Before I eat, I know that I will regret the act once I have finished, but the anticipated joy can't stop me from eating. I eat these snacks (I should say meals as they are usually as large as, if not larger than, what I eat in a meal) in private/secret so that I am not discovered.
Now about me.
I am a 35 yr old man.
I am a husband.
I am a new father.
I am a teacher.
I love to run (I have finished 2 marathons), but I haven't run since the beginning of January - right after the baby was born.
I am a Catholic - by choice, not birth (I was 27 when I was baptized.
I am 5'9" and 208.2 pounds.
I weighed 23 pounds less the day my daughter was born (December 16, 2015).
I have twice before successfully lost weight. The first time was over the course of 8 weeks before a cruise (I did Weight Watchers - no meetings, just points). The second was after I had my gallbladder removed (while I lost 20 pounds in a month, I looked horrible). Each time I gained it back and then some.
I want to be healthy.
I am ashamed of what I have become.
I don't want to do this alone.
(1st entry)
The problem (the one I can identify at least) is the simple fact that I love to eat. I derive great pleasure in the act of eating. I'm not a foodie who savors the flavor and presentation of a meal. I just simply enjoy putting food in my mouth, chewing, and swallowing. It doesn't really matter what the food is or if it even tastes good. For the minutes while I eat, my brain tells my body to keep up the experience. When I am done with the food in front of me, I experience a moment of sadness, not over what I have done, but over the end of my food. If I am near a food source, I will quickly return to the food over and over, until my mind switches over to remorse. Sometimes it takes minutes. Sometimes it takes hours. Before I eat, I know that I will regret the act once I have finished, but the anticipated joy can't stop me from eating. I eat these snacks (I should say meals as they are usually as large as, if not larger than, what I eat in a meal) in private/secret so that I am not discovered.
Now about me.
I am a 35 yr old man.
I am a husband.
I am a new father.
I am a teacher.
I love to run (I have finished 2 marathons), but I haven't run since the beginning of January - right after the baby was born.
I am a Catholic - by choice, not birth (I was 27 when I was baptized.
I am 5'9" and 208.2 pounds.
I weighed 23 pounds less the day my daughter was born (December 16, 2015).
I have twice before successfully lost weight. The first time was over the course of 8 weeks before a cruise (I did Weight Watchers - no meetings, just points). The second was after I had my gallbladder removed (while I lost 20 pounds in a month, I looked horrible). Each time I gained it back and then some.
I want to be healthy.
I am ashamed of what I have become.
I don't want to do this alone.
with Florence & LaMa. Your diary is your personal space. Treat it as such & put whatever you like. I rarely share what I actually eat, but many do. It really doesn't matter. I think it's good that you have joined us & I also think it's good that you are sharing a little of yourself with us. You are very welcome