Monday, December 10, 2012
This has been an interesting weekend. Went to my wife’s Christmas party and I believe I avoided food poisoning but NOT eating the protein options. I suppose if I was a big fan of prime rib, I would have eaten that, but I passed up on my regular staples without hesitance. My coach tells me that I have a disturbingly strong will power. She is supposed to tell me that, to supply me with encouragement, but it isn’t necessary. I am not sure if it is just because I don’t want it, can’t have it, or just know that those types of foods are going to fuel a troubling addiction. It’s only been 3 weeks. I am an infant, really, in this program. I cannot falter for a mere second of pleasure. My mind does, however, seem to want to play tricks on me. I made sugar cookies last night, and I swear they have never really smelled as strong as they did last night. I didn’t want them, but the allure, to be honest, was tempting.
Attitude is everything on this program. The old adage “you will get out of it what you put into it” holds very true. In my mind, in order for me to be successful, I have to want to do it for the long term. There are no quick fixes. It took me years to become diabetic. How in the hell should I expect this to just change in a matter of weeks? It is going to take a lot of time and sacrifice to make all of the necessary changes happen. My consultation was 11/19. Right after that appointment, I went and got a large Quizno’s sub, lathered in crap I would never get otherwise. I got chips and a drink. I ate all of it, to the point where I was uncomfortable. Essentially, I said good bye to fast food. I was OK with that and for me; it helped me realize that the change was immediate. I didn’t bother to look at the nutritional info for the sandwich I ate, but I am sure it was God awful. It was a tangible way for moving on, something I felt was going to be necessary during this transition. I don’t regret doing that. It’s kind of like a Bachelor party I suppose….with culinary debauchery in replace of public intoxication and promiscuity. Obesity has a cure, I see that now, in more ways than I can put into words.