Phase II, Day 14: The Wagon

The other night I came to a remarkable place in my weight-loss journey. I have been writing recently about how I really felt like I was learning to listen to my body - discerning the signs of hunger and fullness and all of that. Well, I realized I was full before my plate was empty. And I stopped eating! But I also learned something strange about myself. The major emotion I was battling in forcing myself to stop was worry. The exact thought was, “If I leave this on my plate, what if I am hungry later and I regret it?”

So there you have it, folks. I eat “just in case” I might be hungry later. I eat to store up. DUH, storing up food you don’t need does not help you to not be hungry later - it only stores as fat! What an idiot am I. At least I recognized it.

Anyway, the past two days I have kind of fallen a little bit off the wagon. It wasn’t totally my fault, but I do have to take some responsibility here. One, on Saturday we took my mom out to dinner for Mother’s Day. (Not Mother’s Day, I know, but we had commitments Sunday night.) My mom and I are both on SBD, but my dad picked the restaurant. Italian, of course. I was good and didn’t have any pasta, but the only dish I could find on the menu that I could order without pasta was Chicken Parmesan. Baked, yes, but also breaded.

And last night we had planned a healthy dinner, but found the restaurant we planned to go to closed. This normally wouldn’t have been a big deal except we weren’t in our own city, so we didn’t really know our way around to find any really healthy places. We wound up at Panda Express. I only ate half my rice, but still - I ate half my rice.

Today I’m at 213 again and hopping back on the wagon.