I so understand what you mean. I grew up on pastas of all sorts. My Mom was 100% Italian. No great shocker there. The problem is, once I get started, I crave them like I did strawberries when I was pregnant with my son. Once I get started, portion control goes out the window right along with good sense. For now, like you I am fighting my way back up from the dip. This time, the dip took me to the heaviest I have ever been.
I have to admit that it spooked me. I am right now the same age my Mom was when she left this life. My mind tells me that I am much healthier than she was and also much more active. But it still spooked me. Maybe that was a good thing, because it got me moving again. It got me back on SP and looking for ways to climb up and stay up.
I don't want to give up pasta and pizza either,and I won't, but I am learning, like you that balance and keeping on the move is the key.
We are on the right track and headed in the right direction.
Have fun at your get together with the Northern Colorado Team. I would love to go, but I am committed already to another event.
Keep movin', Nina
Definition of insanity: Doing the same thing over and over again,expecting a different outcome.
Unforgiveness: The poison we drink hoping someone else will die.
(From Resolving Everyday Conflict.)
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