This article about glycemic index got me thinking about about my life long battle of the bulge and how it sometimes seems like a battle not worth fighting. Maintaining weight loss has been hard for me. I have watched the scale slowly creep back up by tenths of a pound. I tell myself every day that I will plan my meals the next day and stick to it! But alas, it's so much more fun to eat boneless fried chicken chunks slathered in buffalo sauce.
I met a young guy this weekend from Italy. I mentioned that I had done a spinning class that morning, and he asked how many times a week I go to the gym. I told him I aim for 5, and he seemed surprised. "Why do you go so much?" "Because I love to eat," I said. "Why don't you just eat less?" Exactly.
I think part of my issue is that I eat when I'm overwhelmed. I don't know how to start my to-do list, so I just eat instead. I also hoard calories--as if I don't know where my next meal is going to happen, so I am pre-programmed to eat until I'm full. Sounds nuts, right?
I don't want to examine how or why I developed an abusive relationship with food. All I know is that I want to change it. Tomorrow's meals are planned; let's see if I can stick to it just for tomorrow. When tomorrow is over, I can worry about Wednesday. I need to start taking one bite at a time, living in the present and having faith that I will get the nourishment I need when I need it.
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