Tuesday, September 13, 2011
I have realized that I'm not as much of an emotional eater as I thought. My weight started to climb after I developed the super unhealthy habit of drinking and eating every night. The drinking always came before the eating. I would even eat normal during the daylight hours, only to sit down in front of the tv right after the kids were in bed and start drinking... and then eating. And eating. And eating. It seems the alcohol numbed my stomach, and I could just keep putting food in there until I felt like I was going to burst.
Even now, my days are spent eating fairly normally, and not to excess, but once those kids are down for the night, it's back to the old song and dance.
The obvious reason for my not sticking to my plan is... ALCOHOL!!
I don't eat near as much in the evenings when I don't drink, and surprise surprise, I even go to bed earlier! When I drink, I am tired and irritable all day, and I can feel my body becoming depleted of important nutrients with every heart palpitation and muscle cramp I get. I'm not only dehydrated from the drinking, I am losing important and essential electrolytes and minerals.
Stupid habit. And I was never a drinker before I got married. Lucky for me, I married someone who loves to drink, and always has. He's not an alcoholic, although I would say he's been on the verge in the past, but he can out drink me any night. One nasty habit that I learned from him... and now I have to force myself to break it. It wasn't that long ago when simply getting the kids to bed was enough for me. It made me feel relaxed and content with my life. Then, evil alcohol crept in and stole my identity.
When I was on this weight loss journey years ago, I allowed myself one "cheat night" a week. It kept me on track all week knowing I had that to look forward to. It also fit into my lifestyle, so if I wanted to go out dancing and have a couple drinks, I still could. And I succeeded doing things this way. My cheat night was the only night I would drink, and I also had my 2 favorite things, Amy's Mushroom and Olive Pizza and Haagen Dazs Chocolate Peanut Butter ice cream. I think it's time to go back to my old ways.
Once a week and no more.