Monday, December 13, 2010

Ugh..why did I do that?

Saying yes to the skinny jeans by saying no to the donuts. ~Betsy Cañas Garmon

I fell off the wagon yesterday. Actually it's been a gradual slide off the back of the wagon. First one foot dragging, then the other. Soon I was barely hanging on with the tips of my fingers. But on Sunday...I just let go and flopped into the dirt.

I decided that I didn't want to watch what I ate any longer. I had already started back-peddling and over-indulging and double-serving for weeks now. So, it was just a natural progression of fully letting go. And boy did I.

I had two cups of coffee, a cheeseburger, french fries, root beer, six chicken tenders, half an order of buffalo chips, two margaritas, and a big ol' bowl of ice cream.

I didn't listen to my body at all. I just ate..and ate..and ate...everything.

By the time I went to bed last night I was feeling awful. My body was not happy with me..not happy at all, and letting me know about it. As I laid there in bed, feeling miserable and a little like I might throw up, I realized that I can never go back to the way I use to eat. This is a good, although sometimes frustrating (in the way that the abused misses the abuser), thing.

Much like the child that was allowed to stink their finger in the socket, I have learned my lesson. Back on the wagon, front seat, strapped in.

1 comment:

  1. Wow I am surprised seester but you know that you are strong and you can stop if you want to. You have before and you will again. Just think, the few pounds that you MAY have gained from this time will be shed in no time. You already took off SOOO MUCH these few pounds are going to be a piece of cake!

    No, not cake..umm....piece of pie? No that's not good either. It will be like a piece of SALAD!!!!! hahahahaha!!!!