Yup. I am. It is really tough to admit. It is really hard for me to be vulnerable. Admitting this is admitting two things: 1 - that I am not perfect, and 2 - that I feel like a failure. Yeah, so SHOCKER to not being perfect. But a perfectionist admitting they are not perfect is like a dagger to the heart. It can be slightly counterproductive without accepting the fact.
I have a problem with eating too much in a sitting. Not all the time, and not every day. I believe they call that a binge. I used to do the purge part, but it has been about 5 years since that. I didn't do it everyday, I didn't even do it weekly; but doing it just once is one times too many. I haven't quite gotten to the root of why I have such an issue with food. Maybe I hit the nail on the head there in this post. I'm a food addict.
Obviously I have a reason for writing this today. I feel like I way overate after Victor left for work. It started as lunch, and it turned into me finishing off 1/3 of a bag of tortilla chips with queso, and then leftover rice krispy treats from the holidays. I'd rather not say how much I had of those. Maybe recognition is one of the steps to getting past this. When I do these things, I really don't feel quite like myself. Somehow I either step out of my own head to justify it, or I just shut down my consciousness.
I follow a few blogs. Some of them are craft blogs, some are weight loss, some are parenting blogs. After I got fed up with myself just now and stepped away from the marshmallow crispiness, I came to the computer. One of the blogs I follow is a (slightly annoying) 16 year old girl who is trying to lose weight, too. Although some of her blog is fluff and annoying, she posts pictures and tips that I really like. Some of them I end up sharing on Pinterest. The one she posted today after this dreaded binge of mine was something I needed to read. Here it is:
So, I believe that I will go drink a bunch of water and clean up more on my casa.
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