Again. I had the trouble again with not being able to string more than two good days together on the Hcg diet. So I stopped. Again. But, the great news is that I seem to be holding steady at my new set point weight. I have not confirmed that with the scale--I'm going by how my clothes fit and right now they fit great!
I am not sure exactly what my plan is right now. I desperately need to get over the all-or-nothing mentality that trips me up every single time. Every. Single. Time!
For now I am trying only to eat when I'm hungry. To stop when I'm satisfied. To make sure I'm getting not only starches (my love, my life, my starches!) but also more veggie and fruit carbs in my daily intake.
The thing about veggies is: they *scream* for fat to go with them; to make them better; to take them higher; to complete them. Oh veggies and fat, how do I love thee? And believe me, I am not opposed to veggies with fat--I hold no unfair prejudice at all! The problem is when I have a salad, for example, but the amount of salad dressing and cheese and bacon bits (and a crouton or two--who am I to discriminate against the noble crouton?) by far outweigh the benefits of the few stray lettuce leaves and the couple of garbanzo beans rolling around. Maybe that's not the best way to increase my servings of veggies. Just sayin . . .
On the other hand, one thing I have gained much better control over is my love for Coke. I have had a lifelong love affair with Coke. I have even written a touching and sybaritic ode to my former One True Love. Yes, I said former.
I have kicked the caramel colored/carbonated/high fructose corn syrup dependence many, many times in the past and have always gone back to it. But this time it feels very different. I was off Coke for so long during my first (and only successful) round of Hcg that it became a non issue. Now when I taste it (and sometimes I do) it's overly sweet and not the same satisfying near-crack experience it used to be to me. However, I still do indulge from time to time. And I think I'm going to let that be okay. I think instead of going back to drinking 2 or 3 every single day just because I couldn't 100% kick the habit (all-or-nothing, much?) I'm going to allow myself to enjoy one or two on the weekends. Or give in to my trigger event which is when we're dining out. And it's not going to make or break me. That's the plan : )
[Side note: I have a whole issue with the Coca-Cola store in Vegas. When there a couple years ago I wanted a cute t-shirt or tank top emblazoned with the free advertising of my poison of choice. They had lots of fun Coke gear for men, but in the women's section it was all Diet Coke. It struck me as stereotyping and I was quite angry about it. On the other hand, I do, in large part, owe my not-exactly-feminine-ideal figure to having drunk about a million gallons of the full-on sugar drink . . . ]
Okay. So that's my plan. Not to let food and dieting rule my life. Not to allow my all-or-nothing OCD to derail all the good I've done. And probably to work on getting more exercise.
Let's just see if it takes : )
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