stress eating will be the death of me
Tuesday, May 20, 2014
So I'm trying to get my act together again for one last finale of weight loss before we try to get pregnant (in about 2 mos from now, and I don't want the gestational diabetes). But the thing is that tons of stressful stuff is happening now: we are coming to the end of residency (medical), trying to finish up some projects is turning out to be more challenging than expected, we are preparing for a move , preparing for new jobs, there is a window of a few days in which we can actually move, and the rental market in the new city was freakin brutal (nothing stayed on the market more than a few days, and people were paying waaay over listed price for things just to get a place). I'm so ready to move on, but at the same time, I think my inner psyche can't handle change. Also, my best friend that I grew up with just had a baby, and I think this is causing my biological clock to tick louder and focus on all of the life-stuff I have delayed for medical school/residency. Sometimes I wonder if my life is passing me by while I am on this career path..... I digress...
The good news is that we finally found a place to live and have a fully signed lease, and I have started exercising again- both on the stationary bike and returning to 30-day shred. Yay me...
The bad news is that I sabotage all good efforts with my snacking at night. I just keep eating. There is no end.
Perhaps some good news is that I'm quickly eating through anything I like snacking on, and will eventually run out? But hopefully it won't come to that. But even then, I'm a very resourceful person, and I'm sure I will find something else =p.
I thought that once we had a singed lease and a place to live, I would chillax a little more on the eating front. That I wouldn't just graze every night after dinner. but that hasn't happened.
A piece of good news is that I've still been watching the scale, and I have not yet gone above 180 again.... I don't ever want to go back there. Getting and staying in the 170s was a HUGE milestone for me. Getting past 170 about mean that I'm no longer obese, which would be such a great accomplishment, but I KEEP EATING.
Ugh... it's not even hunger. It's all in my head. But at least I'm exercising. That's something, I guess.