doing very well keep it up, im gonna go to my first sw session thisweek and get registered n start the journey of sw wiv lots of exiting new recipes and lots of wonderful people on here
Sunday - strange day
There I was on Saturday night thinking I'm probably eating too much - not necessarily the wrong things (in SW eyes) but too much nether-the-less.
So fast forward to Sunday...I should say at this point that I didn't go to bed Saturday night, just didn't get tired so I didn't bother going..No big deal because I can easily handle one night without sleep...Anyway, I sat doing a few things and had already decided I wouldn't have breakfast, but brunch. Said brunch was going to be a couple of cheeseburgers (healthy one's).
As I was making them, I was thinking about the day before where I had had two burgers and couldn't finish the second one (about half of it left) because I was getting too full. As I put them on my plate I knew there was too much there and that I shouldn't even be attempting to eat them both....I sit and begin eating, enjoying every mouth full because they are so nice. Coming to the end of the first one, my hunger had already been satisfied...did I get up and throw the second one away? Nope, I say and stuffed it down my throat - all the time thinking I wasn't enjoying it, that I didn't need it BUT...and this is the key...it would be such a waste to throw it away! Hmmm, not great!
For dinner I had intended to make myself lovely stew with loads of veg...didn't happen.
During the afternoon I helped my son (he's 14) cook Beef Wellington. It was for a school project so we were taking pictures all the way through it. Once cooked, it came out of the oven looking fantastic. All that juicy beef wrapped in mushroom and Parma ham...oh and puff pastry. I nibbled on some, then some more and then had a rather large slice of it. Great! This is why I didn't fancy the dinner I was supposed to have.
Later on into early evening I felt just a little peckish....Omelette was the answer I thought...four eggs, loads of slices of ham. As I was cooking it I was questioning if I really wanted it. One bite into it I knew I didn't want it, I wasn't actually hungry so (and excuse me cutting and pasting here)...did I get up and throw it away? Nope, and stuffed it down my throat - all the time thinking I wasn't enjoying it, that I didn't need it BUT...and this [again] is the key...it would be such a waste to throw it away!
I spent the rest of the evening feeling very full, very bloated and very pi**ed off.
Thinking about it today really does raise some questions, more about my deep rooted habits about food that anything else. Ok, I didn't exactly raid the cupboards of everything sweet and I didn't go way over the top with the amount of syns but I do feel like I lost control somewhat. Why do I eat when I'm just not hungry, why do I allow myself to eat so much (SW food I know) and why do I feel like I don't want to do all this any more?
I think, to succeed, I have to take this to the next level. I've had almost a month in the honeymoon period where I'm all positive, all motivated and where I'm enjoying eating the types of food that I am but the honeymoon needs to be over. For this to work for me, I need to start to reduce the amount of food I do eat. Why? It's because, and this may sound strange to some, when I feel stuffed and full up - even with all SW food - it makes me feel as though I am failing or I have fallen off the wagon some how and that, in turn, leads me to think "Ah sod it, I have ruined today so I may as well ruin it properly. What crappy food is in the cupboard, I want some." It's absolute madness and makes no sense at all.
I really don't believe I'll lose this week and if I do it will be a minimal amount - I've just eaten too much and I don't feel energetic at the moment and I don't feel like I'm doing well and I don't feel 20 odd pounds lighter and I don't think very highly of myself either.
The second part of my son's project was to make a pudding type thing at school today. He has come home the biggest (white chocolate) cheesecake I think I've ever seen. It looks wonderful and I really proud of him for all the effort. When my partner walked past me in the kitchen with a HUGE slice and said "right, I'm off to enjoy this", I wasn't exactly enamoured...I did actually think she was being a little thoughtless (she can eat whatever she wants without putting weight on)...And what did I want to do? Yep, that's right.. just wanted to say, 'Sod SW today, I'm having a huge slice too.' I didn't but I'm sat here battling with myself not to go and cut some for myself.
I'm sorry for rambling here but just getting off my chest....Listen, I know none of this is easy, for any of us and I know we are all battling with our own demons, I'm no different from most. It's just,,,hmmm...is the answer to just battle as hard as you can when you're face with it? It really does make it a lifelong challenge which is going to be difficult to beat but I have to believe it is a war I can win. I wish I didn't feel the need to beat myself up (metaphorically speaking) when I'm having a sh*t time of things or when I have a minor slip.
Right, think I've said enough. I will embrace the very special and touching support I get from those equally special people and I will continue the fight. I will go and get weighed tomorrow without setting my expectations too high. Any loss would be fine for me. I'll keep telling myself about this being a war, and not just a battle.
Sunday - strange day
There I was on Saturday night thinking I'm probably eating too much - not necessarily the wrong things (in SW eyes) but too much nether-the-less.
So fast forward to Sunday...I should say at this point that I didn't go to bed Saturday night, just didn't get tired so I didn't bother going..No big deal because I can easily handle one night without sleep...Anyway, I sat doing a few things and had already decided I wouldn't have breakfast, but brunch. Said brunch was going to be a couple of cheeseburgers (healthy one's).
As I was making them, I was thinking about the day before where I had had two burgers and couldn't finish the second one (about half of it left) because I was getting too full. As I put them on my plate I knew there was too much there and that I shouldn't even be attempting to eat them both....I sit and begin eating, enjoying every mouth full because they are so nice. Coming to the end of the first one, my hunger had already been satisfied...did I get up and throw the second one away? Nope, I say and stuffed it down my throat - all the time thinking I wasn't enjoying it, that I didn't need it BUT...and this is the key...it would be such a waste to throw it away! Hmmm, not great!
For dinner I had intended to make myself lovely stew with loads of veg...didn't happen.
During the afternoon I helped my son (he's 14) cook Beef Wellington. It was for a school project so we were taking pictures all the way through it. Once cooked, it came out of the oven looking fantastic. All that juicy beef wrapped in mushroom and Parma ham...oh and puff pastry. I nibbled on some, then some more and then had a rather large slice of it. Great! This is why I didn't fancy the dinner I was supposed to have.
Later on into early evening I felt just a little peckish....Omelette was the answer I thought...four eggs, loads of slices of ham. As I was cooking it I was questioning if I really wanted it. One bite into it I knew I didn't want it, I wasn't actually hungry so (and excuse me cutting and pasting here)...did I get up and throw it away? Nope, and stuffed it down my throat - all the time thinking I wasn't enjoying it, that I didn't need it BUT...and this [again] is the key...it would be such a waste to throw it away!
I spent the rest of the evening feeling very full, very bloated and very pi**ed off.
Thinking about it today really does raise some questions, more about my deep rooted habits about food that anything else. Ok, I didn't exactly raid the cupboards of everything sweet and I didn't go way over the top with the amount of syns but I do feel like I lost control somewhat. Why do I eat when I'm just not hungry, why do I allow myself to eat so much (SW food I know) and why do I feel like I don't want to do all this any more?
I think, to succeed, I have to take this to the next level. I've had almost a month in the honeymoon period where I'm all positive, all motivated and where I'm enjoying eating the types of food that I am but the honeymoon needs to be over. For this to work for me, I need to start to reduce the amount of food I do eat. Why? It's because, and this may sound strange to some, when I feel stuffed and full up - even with all SW food - it makes me feel as though I am failing or I have fallen off the wagon some how and that, in turn, leads me to think "Ah sod it, I have ruined today so I may as well ruin it properly. What crappy food is in the cupboard, I want some." It's absolute madness and makes no sense at all.
I really don't believe I'll lose this week and if I do it will be a minimal amount - I've just eaten too much and I don't feel energetic at the moment and I don't feel like I'm doing well and I don't feel 20 odd pounds lighter and I don't think very highly of myself either.
The second part of my son's project was to make a pudding type thing at school today. He has come home the biggest (white chocolate) cheesecake I think I've ever seen. It looks wonderful and I really proud of him for all the effort. When my partner walked past me in the kitchen with a HUGE slice and said "right, I'm off to enjoy this", I wasn't exactly enamoured...I did actually think she was being a little thoughtless (she can eat whatever she wants without putting weight on)...And what did I want to do? Yep, that's right.. just wanted to say, 'Sod SW today, I'm having a huge slice too.' I didn't but I'm sat here battling with myself not to go and cut some for myself.
I'm sorry for rambling here but just getting off my chest....Listen, I know none of this is easy, for any of us and I know we are all battling with our own demons, I'm no different from most. It's just,,,hmmm...is the answer to just battle as hard as you can when you're face with it? It really does make it a lifelong challenge which is going to be difficult to beat but I have to believe it is a war I can win. I wish I didn't feel the need to beat myself up (metaphorically speaking) when I'm having a sh*t time of things or when I have a minor slip.
Right, think I've said enough. I will embrace the very special and touching support I get from those equally special people and I will continue the fight. I will go and get weighed tomorrow without setting my expectations too high. Any loss would be fine for me. I'll keep telling myself about this being a war, and not just a battle.
Thanks for all the replies
@ LJ - I suppose the answer is 'sort of' I guess people who eat what they want, when they want, without putting on weight...well, they'll never understand. I would just like them to, at least, appreciate the struggle and I certainly don't need them to parade the fact they are about to tuck into white chocolate cheesecake when I'm feeling vulnerable.
And no, they do not share SW meals But let's you and I promise to never stop talking with all this.
@ Margaret76 - welcome to Mini Mimms and the best of luck on your own journey, make sure you keep us posted.
@ Upndown - Thanks again for your continued support, it is greatly appreciated. You make some very good points in your post and have given more to mull over.
@ CJ32 - Your mum has many wonderful qualities and it's very nice to see these have rubbed off on you. Thank you for the encouragement
@Rae Rae - Thank you for the good wishes I'm not really looking forward to weigh in but I must face the scales.
...The cheesecake remains in the fridge, untouched by me.