Let Me Backpedal a Bit
The problem with waking up one day with abs that are as flat as my neighbouring prairies is that it sticks in my head. Yes, I’ve got an addiction to flat abs, regardless of cost as my history can account for:
- I’ve gotten the flu. YAY! Vomiting and not being able to eat, like an instant workout.
- Mono? YES! I was too tired and nauseated to eat.
- A killer kidney and UT infection? Great - it’s time for the no yeast, no sugar, no starch diet…leaving little available to choose from.
So it’s easy to see that most relapses (or even just little walks down the path of relapse) usually come from sickness and it’s enforced diet.
I’ve written lately about how stress has affected my eating habits and therefore my weight. I’ve actually be very good at maintaining just under 100 pounds, which is amazing when you consider that except for the eight or so cups of coffee I drink daily, I basically only take in around 500 calories. I think the main reason I’ve plateaued is that my exercise level has drastically decreased as more rain, wind and work to do has hampered my efforts at walking and going to the beach and parks nearby.
For the past two days, maybe because of the Thanksgiving holiday, I’ve been eating a lot (for me). Last night, while IMing with a friend, I found myself eating a chicken pot pie, though I’d already eaten two meals plus snacks that day. Afterwards, I ate a third of a pumpkin pie, just because I wanted to. And then after, and even during, I felt guilty because I’d been doing so well.
Wait a minute. Doing so well at what? This lack of food wasn’t intentional, it was via crazy lifestyle management issues - there isn’t enough time to do what needs to get done and eat for me. Right? I mean, when did I cross from wishing I could eat more, to being proud that I wasn’t?
This surely is a slippery hill I’m trying to climb.
October 12th, 2007 at 11:17 pm
Just to comment: *mwah*
October 19th, 2007 at 12:32 am
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