I have been at goal for a long time, and I stay here the same way I got here: One Day At A Time. Actually it's one part of each day at a time. I never kept a sobriety journal, can't bear to see my own whining in black and white, but I do keep a food journal/planner. I plan each day in advance, usually 3 or 4 days at a time. I am fine in the early morning until I eat my planned breakfast and check it off. Then my morning until lunch, check that off. Then lunch, check that off. Afternoons are in two sections for me: early and late. Early is fairly easy, late afternoon is when I ate and when I drank, so I have to be very careful. And I check that off. Then dinner, check that off. Then evening, check that off. Every day. I live my life between meals, lists of things to accomplish, check each one off. When the inevitable something happens to throw my schedule off, I write it in and on paper, rearrange the next few days to accommodate the changes. It sounds tedious in the telling, but it actually works for me. I like seeing my day stretch in front of me and know what I'll be eating at each meal so I can look forward to making them and eating them. I need my notebooks, rely on them to keep my feet on the ground. I fill them with notes on meals, what my hubby likes and doesn't like, reminders to start a meal on time (something out of the freezer, beans to soak, something that has to cook for 4 hours). I have little stickers to make it look pretty.
It's almost embarrassing that an otherwise intelligent older woman like me relies so heavily on a notebook, but, like Dumbo's feather, it works. Like most people I thought that when I reached goal I could just do what I wanted, but Stinking Thinking applies to food as well as alcohol. Seeing it all on paper, even in this digital age, works, and over time, has become a comfort.
No one ever got up in the morning wishing she'd eaten more the night before.
Original Goal: 114. Current old lady goal: 106.