My weight loss appears to have stalled. Ok, I my weight loss has definitely stalled. Ok, if I’m really going to be accurate, my weight took a two pound spike at Christmas and hasn’t recovered. Part of me is ok with this, as I now fit into smaller pants and no longer cry when trying to pick something to wear when we go out. These are both good things. Very good things. But I’m a stubborn beyotch and I’m going to make it to my goal weight, goshdarnit. Except I’m not going to make it to my goal weight if I keep eating Oreos.
Mmmm…. Oreos.
I don’t know what’s gotten over me lately, but my eating habits have been deplorable. Oh wait, I know. Stress. Lots and lots of stress. And the fact that Oreos are so goshdarn delicious.
The thing is, I’m actually happier when I watch what I eat. Letting myself get a chocolate bar from the vending machine gives me a little spike of sugary happiness and then I crash harder than [insert tasteless joke about celebrity who died in a plane/car crash here]. And then I’m miserable. And grumpy. So I eat some more chocolate. Repeat of the whole twisted cycle.
But, if I stick to healthy food? I don’t think too much about what I’m eating and my mood continues on a nice, even keel. Panic attacks? Ha! I laugh at panic attacks! Passing out in front of the TV because I lack the energy to do anything else? I think I’ll get some work done instead. I’m a much happier person when I’m careful about my eating habits. So why does getting stressed out send me straight to the freezer for ice cream? It’s self-defeating. It’s incredibly self-defeating.
I’ve been sitting at my desk all afternoon thinking about how delicious it would be to walk to the vending machine and get some Reeses Pieces. But, I’m going to continue drinking water and reminding myself how much better I will feel twenty minutes from now if I don’t let myself have any candy. And then I tell myself that, if I manage to lose another five pounds, I’m going to treat myself to a spa day. I’ll take a facial over chocolate any day of the week (I’d prefer a facial + chocolate, but that’s not an option).
I might even get crazy and eat some applesauce. That’s just the way that we roll around here.
I’m the same way. Eating junk food makes me feel horrible, but I want it so badly. I wish my body craved good food when I am stressed, rather than craving bad food that is going to make me feel worse. Seriously, how backwards is that?
Ugh. I know exactly what you mean. The last couple of weeks have been super stressful and all I’ve wanted is junk food!!! Big freaking ARG!