(Apologies to Thomas Jefferson for this little bit of plagiarism today.)
When in the course of human events it becomes necessary for one person to dissolve the mental and emotional bands which have controlled her and to assume among the powers she possesses, the ability to vacation at her family’s lake house with a sense of normalcy.
She holds these truths to be self-evident, that all dieters are created equal, that they are endowed by their own strength with certain unalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty from the stranglehold of food, and the pursuit of happiness.
And so on, and so forth.
And much as I’d love to send up the fireworks, I’ll be settling for some sparklers today. To commemorate my weekend eating. It was “okay.” Not as great as I had hoped; but not as horrible as I had dreaded. I did pretty well two out of three days. The other day, the only full-day at the lake, I spent what felt like almost every waking hour thinking about the food that I didn’t want to be eating, but really WANTED to be eating, especially the darn bagels. So instead of eating the abundant “crap,” I over-ate “on plan” food. Call it weak-willed – or call it a compromise. But at least you can’t call it a crazy-ass binge! (And I did, in theory at least, meet my goals that I set in my last post. So, I’m giving myself credit for that.) No bagels passed my lips. No cookies either. Or chips. Or cinnamon rolls hot from the oven. So, overall, I did okay. Baby steps of progress on what is clearly still a long road. And a huge thank you for all your kind words of support and encouragement and confidence:)
So… in my future… I hope to declare independence from crazy thinking about food!
Declare your own independence today, from whatever it is that controls you. (And feel free to share what that is in a comment below.) In honor of the holiday and to celebrate everyone on this journey with me, I leave you with a little inspiration from Katy Perry…