Back to 10.2 this morning.
The day started off well, with peach and fat free yoghurt for breakfast and an apple. Mid morning had a banana, then my usual small salad sandwich for lunch with a plum, satsuma and nectarine. Treated myself to a packet of snakajacks as they fit into my allowance.
Left work and stopped at the Co-op to get some more yoghurt and other bits. Came out with:
Fat free Greek yoghurt (well done me)
Sugar free squash (well done me)
Tinned peaches in juice (well done me)
Big bag of peanut M&Ms (no idea why)
Big bag of revels (nope... Still no idea)
White chocolate Magnum (it's been cold and windy here today so again, no idea)
Now. I do not know what was going on in my head. I wasn't hungry! I sat in the car and practically inhaled the Magnum, opened both bags of sweets and drove home shovelling them into my mouth. I felt sick after a couple of handfuls and didn't want any more. When I got to my mum's I gave them to her to throw them in her bin or for her to keep- I just didn't trust myself with them!
I then went home and put a huge jacket potato in the oven. I then had some rice cakes with sweetcorn relish on (yes, I know it's a revolting combination and have no idea what caused me to do it) and ate them. I heated up some beans for my potato and in a moment of wisdom put a garlic bread in that I'd found in the freezer.
When it was ready I ate the whole lot, except 2 slices of garlic bread that are left over. I am in so much pain from overeating and needless to say I feel extremely greedy!!
Yet again I'm in this weekend cycle of bingeing. After thinking about what Weasey said last week, I'm getting more and more convinced that this overeating at weekends is not always to do with the actual foods. I think that when I'm with a group of friends, having a barbecue on a Saturday for instance, I'm eating for pleasure/ hunger/ as a social thing. I don't have a problem with any of those reasons at the weekend. (During the week food is fuel ONLY). I think the problem is when I'm alone, or know I'm going to be alone, something inside me triggers me to eat. It may be comfort eating, but I suspect it goes deeper than that- I was always a 'secret' eater. I looked like I ate like a rabbit but at night time I would raid the fridge, or at school I'd go to the shop as well as having school lunch, at work I'd nip out for lunch and buy double- a pack of sandwiches to eat whilst walking then another to eat with my colleagues. Is it the fact that I know I am going to be free to eat without criticism? That I can eat less healthy foods without someone saying "I thought you were on a diet?" or "you'll get fat again!" I had a pack of snakajacks for lunch and a colleague said "I hope they're low calorie!" I wanted to shout "Who are you to tell me what I can and can't eat???!!!! If I want calories I'll damn well eat calories!!!" but I just politely laughed and assured him that they were fairly low calorie.
I'm not sure what's going on in my head but I'm trying to work it out. I may go and see the councillor that I saw a few years ago for eating issues.
Lesson of the day: Maintenance is NOT plain sailing...