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Lessons learned from an overeating binge

By Lisa Spodak ResultsNotTypical@worldnow.com
Provided by WorldNow

Week 71 Weight In:

Change this week:  -2 lbs
Change overall:  -95 lbs

This was a good week, even though it started with one of the biggest binges I’ve had in a very long time.  I don’t even really remember what set me off.  But I do remember a few important things:

It lasted one day.  The next day, I was back on track.

This has been one of the biggest lessons for me to learn in the last 16 months.  And I know I keep talking about it, but I think it bears repeating. 

I’ve finally come to accept the fact that I will make mistakes and I will fall off the wagon and I will make choices I’ll regret later.  And that’s okay.  I’m making changes that I want to stick to for the rest of my life – and that means they have to be changes I can live with. 

In the past, a day-long binge would have depressed me and convinced me I was a failure.  I would have woken up the next day and figured “What the heck? I already screwed up!” and kept eating.  I would have seen the scale creep back up and gotten even more down on myself and, before I knew it, all my hard work would be undone.

This time, I wallowed for a few hours and got over it.  Had a great week and lost two pounds!

Nobody can always be perfect.   And I finally understand that it’s not the moment of imperfection that’s important, but what I do after.

I used to eat like that all the time.

Compared to how I’m eating now, my slip this week was definitely a binge.  But compared to how I used to eat, it would have been just another day.

Lunch was a couple of slices of pizza, salad, a cookie.  Dinner was a chicken sandwich and cheese fries.  After the gym, I stopped at a bodega for some cookies and Butterscotch Krimpets.  Back home I munched on almonds, ice cream and cheese.

Any one of those “meals” could actually be an acceptable treat and something I could work into my plan.  All together in one day?  Way too much.  But I was excited to realize that my habits have changed so drastically that the binge felt a lot worse than it really was.  Even in my splurging, I was hanging on to some of my better habits.

At the end of the day, I felt really, really sick.

I don’t mean emotionally sick or disappointed in myself or angry that I’d had a binge.  I mean physically sick to my stomach.

And in a way, that was the best feeling of all:  A real physical manifestation (beyond the weight loss) of all the changes I’ve made since last February. 

It reminded me that I have come a long way and made huge changes in my eating habits and my body is healthier and happier this way.  And, honestly, I never want to get back to the point where I can eat and eat and not feel the repercussions.