excess baggage

a bad week

My eating this week. Bah, it's been atrocious. I've been staying over at my Dad's house while he was away in Hawaii (he came back on Saturday, thank goodness!), and that environment change has caused me to stumble. Now, I know I've been rattling off that I've been able to eat whatever I want and still *magically* lose weight, but I don't think my behavior this last week will post any positive results.

I think nearly every day this past week I've had at least one meal that's been "fast food" - delivery pizza, sit-down mexican restaurant food or (frightened gulp) Del Taco. On Friday I had a particularly stressful (and long) day at work; working well into the evening and had nothing to snack on. No granola bars or fruit, so I gathered up all the loose change I could and bought a Snickers bar anda cherry coke from the vending machine downstairs. I even had one of those Big Reese's Peanut Butter Cups yesterday (with a Dr. Pepper slurpee) - and to top it off my Dad made steak and baked potatoes (with sour cream, of course) last night.

But last night was my last night at his house. I moved back to Glendale late last night with a horrible stomachache. I stopped at the grovery store to get some cereal, nonfat milk, water, and some Lean Cuisines to help get me back on track. Today the cravings are having their way with me. But I'm going to get through this. Last week has been my most major foul-up. It was bound to happen. I've introduced many stressors into my life as of late, and all this was bound to metastasize into poor eating on my part.

But I'm trying to utilize every bit of trickery in the book to fight the urges:

1) I felt horrible last night, just terrible. My stomach was in knots and at one point the pains were so bad I bent over in agony, waiting for the stabbing pain in my gut would subside. Me and pain, we ain't friends.

2) Eating shitty food is expensive. Two trips to a sit-down restaurant cost me nearly $30. And I don't need to be eating any fast food when I already have frozen meals in the fridge. I need to be hunkering down and saving every extra bit of cash I have for the MiniCooper I plan on purchasing really soon.

3) I'm fucking fat, and the way I got here was by eating the way I did last week. If I can't value my own health over junk food then I've got huge problems.

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On a more interesting note: has anyone seen the documentary Super-Size Me? This guy traveled around the U.S. interviewing experts and citizens alike about the "country's expanding girth", and allowed himself only to eat McDonald's food for an entire month. Turns out he seriously endangered his life in doing so. Funny how we are so inclined towards this very sort of lifelstyle - slowly killing ourselves. I heard a little bit of an interview with him on the radio this morning, and what I founf most fascinating was that he spoke about his desperate cravings while he was eating that crappy fast-food all the time. How he would get all sweaty and shaky and sick-feeling, he would get massive headaches - and nothing would stop the feeling until he sucked down another Quarter Pounder with cheese.

I'm sure we could all identify with these feelings, couldn't we?

Anyways, I think I'm going to drag myself to a viewing of this film tonight, as sort of a kick-in-the-butt to scare myself back into a proper reality.

Posted by weezgrrl at May 10, 2004 02:47 PM