Yesterday Saturday 16 February
Dammit. Dammit. I ate a million crap calories.
Now I need to make sure yesterday is a solitary issue and today is back to normal and I stay on normal after that. Part of what works for me is typing in my diary, and I have time to do that so here goes.
This will be kinda a long post. I hope it will not be an excuses making post. I feel confident, now that I have started typing, that just beginning to write this has pulled my mindset back to normal. Good.
So that says to me that if I stuff up, I need to type here straight afterwards, and that is something I've learned, both from my past stuff ups, when I didn't, and from this one, when I am.
(Whatabout when I can't type here??? Well that doesn't apply today so don't get hung up on it Kerry, but instant thought is - keep a quarto sized school exercise book that is THE place, for not being able to get online, and treat it the same as online, and type it up asap afterwards). (... And whatabout - "Do I have to do that FOREVER?" Well get yourself straight first and worry about forever later, and ... doing it forever would be better than being fat ... and leave the goal-reached experiments and fine turning for when the goal is reached.) (And what about "How do I stop this happening again?" For Pete's sake!! Write the flaming post whydontcha!!!)
Breakfast 9:30: Slice wholemeal toast (75) with plum and cinnamon jam.(9) A boiled egg (70) with a small tomato (20) and a mushroom (2). 2 Weetbix (107) with 1 C soy milk (122) and ½ C tinned peaches (50). C coffee with a little hilo milk. (5) Breakfast - 460 calories.
Breakfast was delayed because I finally went in for my routine blood test and that required fasting. After the test I went and weighed for Saturday. 68.1 kg (149.8 lb). I'm really pleased about that. I'm pretty sure that means I lost a little over a kilo this week. Did I deserve to? I don't remember it being hard, or me being very strict with food or exercising a lot ... . I rather wanted to share my pleasure in the new weight, but there's no simple way to do that just at that time, and really it's not a new weight. I still have 2 more kilos to go to get to a new weight. And that's probably going to be 2 slow kilos I think. I do feel despondent about that, thinking back to how long it took to get that last 2 kgs off after returning from New Zealand. Originally losing weight was a series of celebrations, but I don't feel entitled to repeat them, while I re-lose the same weight over and over, at times without effort. It's like being on hold.
Snack:12:30 3 fresh dates (165) Soda water.
I saw these in the fridge - they were supposed to be a special healthy after-dinner treat from yesterday, but yesterday I didn't need or want anything after dinner ... and anyway I thought I should stop eating at that time, because of the fast.
When I saw the dates I was feeling emotional. It was about nothing much, probably, about nothing much; but a nothing much which was sitting on top of something really big with an almost invisible filament connecting it to the big thing.
I notice this now, reflecting, because yesterday when I saw the dates, I'd "had a psycho" at my son a short time earlier, and now while I'm typing this I've "had a psycho" at my daughter. Both out of proportion to the stimulus. It's not that the kids did it exactly right, but my reaction was OTT. Why? Because attending to them was preventing me from doing something I really wanted to do, which was connected to a big deal issue. I love them, I want to do the right motherly stuff for them and be kind, so I was feeling all calm and fine, but as soon as the kids became careless about the attention I was giving them, my unobserved, genuine frustration boiled over, bringing the force of the underlying concern with it - an instant psycho about nothing much. Afterwards, yesterday I was thinking, "What was that all about? That doesn't seem enough for me to feel like this, but Jeez, I do, so ... ???"
So yeah, when I saw the dates, I was like "wham - emotional food delivered to me!!" I half recognized that eating them was a problem. I could think "I haven't had a snack yet, this is a snack", and sorta did think that. 165 calories is a bit of a big snack, when I could easily have had 40 for apricots, or 80 for a banana ... But really it wasn't the calories, it was that in my mind the dates are after-meal food, treat food, something to eat with caution - dodgy to eat as a starter. I was thinking that I was upset and that it's dodgy to start eating when I'm upset and because I'm upset.
Hmm more than dodgy. But aagh imagine making that into a rule: "I will not eat when I am upset and because I am upset "... . Right now it seems to me quite obvious that it needs to be a rule, and at the same time quite obvious that at the moment when that rule would need to be kept, I would have no resources within me that would allow me to keep it.
This cannot be a Catch-22. If there is a catch-22 like this then it has the potential to prevent me from ever being as healthy as I want, and also the potential to make me fat regardless of how much I want not to be.
It's interesting to me that when I started typing this today I was thinking that it was weird that I had binged despite there being no emotional component, and yet, here I am typing about it and I can't get out one line about a food item being dodgy (not even bad, just "dodgy"), without a long discussion related to emotions.
Okay. So that exact situation is a catch-22. That exact situation is why emotional eaters fail. I am an emotional eater but I won't fail. Why? Because I have caught myself afterwards, this time faster than last time. Because I am going to keep using every mistake situation to find out how to do better another time. Because I can use the times when I'm not in that situation to build myself in ways that give me more resources, so that I don't get in that situation where I don't have any when I need them. Because I will prod my awareness so that I remember what they are and am conscious of them when I need them.
Brave words. Words requiring action, Kerry.
Lunch 1:15 : 2 slices wholemeal bread (150), 100 gm low fat cottage cheese (90). ~ 100 gm white seedless grapes (75). That's " ~ ", because I weighed them, awkwardly, without using a proper container, and they were 150 gm, but then I rejected a whole pile of them for being marginally less than 100% crisp, or having a calloused section ...
So by then I'd finally I'd had a bit of space to achieve what I wanted, but it was clouded by my unresolved emotion, and unsatisfactory and disappointing regardless ...
And there-ya-go, I was sleepy and eating lunch and couldn't be bothered making it appealing or doing anything more. Didn't find veges. Didn't eat slowly, though I had the time. I didn't really know why I was sleepy. I thought I had enough sleep. Maybe it was the cold I've had this week, and my sense that my life had quietened down a bit.
And I definitely DIDN'T feel like putting the hem up on my dress ready for the evening's party, because I expected it to be a big tedious potentially frustrating job requiring my attention but that was next on my list for the day.
Lunch was unsatisfactory. I didn't feel satisfied. I counted up the day's calories and saw there wasn't much space in them to eat more just at that time.
What did I do? I thought more about how to get food. Okay. On reflection, I needed to find a different activity altogether and turn my attention to that. I had tried a couple of ideas that didn't pan out, and I was drowsy, and feeling blagh, but I needed to persist with looking for a different activity ... I suppose the idea that I needed to sew blocked the ideas I came up with a bit. But suppose I had worked on my reluctance and chosen to do a little sewing - that might have broken that problem - or I could have shifted the time for it - the way I ultimately did - and reclaimed after lunch time for a swim - which would probably have fixed this whole binge before it got under way.
What I actually did was eat 1 tbspn of dried cranberries (80) and 14 almonds (100), then another tbspn dried cranberries (80). And then I still felt unsatisfied. Surely my gut was registering some other lack of satisfaction altogether. I didn't want just to not feel hungry. I wanted to feel stuffed, replete, wiped out. I truly was not conscious of that at the time. Not conscious. I just felt drowsy and unsatisfied. And then I thought, that maybe I could have just one chocolate coated icecream, which is only 200ish calories, so could be accommodated within a whole day's foods, even though there wasn't much space left ... and it really did taste great ... I hadn't had chocolate for a couple of weeks at least and it was a buzz.
and then I thought that there wasn't much difference between 1 icecream and 2 ... etc. I ate 4. That's a whole lotta calories (800).
I didn't keep eating after I felt full, but I didn't give the food time to register before I ate more. And it gave me a guts ache.
And I felt full. And I thought ... well maybe I can have this instead of dinner, just this once, even though I wouldn't recommend it to anyone else, and even though I probably wouldn't want to tell another weight loser that I'd made it work, because it might make them fail ..., maybe I can make it work, because I'm just not hungry any more. (!!!! The crap I can come up with. I cannot write things like this without recognizing it. How can I even think it??)