Thursday, August 26, 2010
For weeks I have, somehow, managed to curb my emotional eating to a huge degree. At the point when my life was most in turmoil, I was able to keep it together pretty consistently...which meant that I got through my Father's death and funeral week without any real weight set-back. But since then, I have also not lost any weight...even after being back on track with food and exercise.
Just a couple months ago, I was drinking soda, eating fries and burgers on a regular basis, and following that up with desserts/doughnuts/cookies on the run. I don't understand why the scale is not moving...it's not like I could possibly be on a plateau, I've only lost four pounds since the beginning of July!
Yesterday, I got on the scale and saw that I was in a position to be down this week. My day went well, until I visited Mom to spend a few hours paying bills, helping around the house, and generally keeping her company. Unfortunately, one way my Mom is grieving for Dad is by being very controlling. No matter what I do, she questions it. I try to remind myself that she feels like her life is out of control and this is a coping mechanism...but yesterday, she was just a little too unappreciative and, frankly, unkind. We argued. And then I ate.
I didn't eat the world, but certainly enough to feel unpleasantly full and I'm sure I've blown the week, in terms of tomorrow's weigh in. I'm trying to remember that I didn't get to this weight in a day, and I can't undo my progress in a day, either. Also trying to remember this is a long process of small steps. Its just a bummer to be stuck at the same weight when I feel like I have made consistent changes over the past 6 weeks.
I don't think I've ever put in this much effort for so little reward...but I don't know how to stay motivated when effort is not producing results.