This has got to stop...

This incessant eating.  It must end.  And what is scary is that I'm stuffing my face with whatever edible thing I can find.  It's no particular craving.  I'm not particularly hungry.  And what's even scarier?  I'm not walking or lifting weights; I'm not cycling, swimming or running (sadly).  I'm sitting on my arse in front of stupid (but I love them) television shows and LOADING MY FREAKING FACE LIKE A CHIPMUNK WITH ITS CHEEKS PUFFED OUT.

It's time to take a step back and evaluate.  I need to figure out why I'm doing this to myself.  It's not like it makes me feel good.  It makes me feel the complete opposite.  I feel like I've let myself down.  And the guilt...don't forget about the guilt.  But this I pledge to you.  I will NOT go back to that size 18 pant.  I will NOT let myself be tempted by the temporary euphoria food gives me; it's not real.  What is real is how good I felt when I was active and eating healthy; how confident I was and how I felt I could take on the world.

Tomorrow is December 1.  Tomorrow is a new day and a new month.  Tomorrow I will fight to get myself back.  This I pledge:

• food logs will resume
• workouts will resume
• lots of water will be drunk
• meals will be cooked at home
• no junk food will enter the threshold
• I will forego the Christmas cookie bake-a-thon
• I will remain honest about my progress
• I will hold myself accountable
• I will succeed.

"Gobble, Gobble, Gobble, Gobble"

Thanksgiving.  What a wonderful holiday!  It is a day we all should take a moment and reflect on our good fortunes and give thanks for all we have been given.  It is sad however, that with many of the other holidays we celebrate, the true meaning gets a little lost.  Instead of a day of thanks, it has become a day when gluttony runs rampant and is accepted.  And we all participate.  Present company included.  And for those of us trying to trim down, eat healthy and/ or meet our "goal weight"... resistance is futile. The battle is lost before it even begins.  We say to ourselves...it's just one day.  What can one day hurt?  But one day turns into leftovers the next day, and before you know it, we are fully immersed into our food addiction again.

I had a wonderful day with my husband's family.  Lots of laughs, some tears (Granny always seems to make us cry when giving the Blessing), wonderful food.  Oh my goodness, the food.

(note:  I don't think it's a coincidence that turkeys say "gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble."  It's like they are telling us what to do.  And we listen.  We listen to the turkeys...)

After our first round of vittles around 1:00 pm and a cup of coffee, we recover and what do we do?  WE KEEP EATING!  Even though there is no room left in our little tummies, we keep stuffing it in.  And then, what do we do?  WE EAT AGAIN!  Golly.  Why on earth do we do this to ourselves?  Yes, it tastes oh so good...but it makes us feel oh so sick.  Then, the only "thanks" we are offering is "thanks" no one vomited on the dining room table (I know, gross, but you know I'm telling the truth!).

And then we have what I call "The Day After Guilt."  You know what I mean.  Let's just call it what it was...we just had a one night stand with food.  You ask yourself, "OMG, what did I do?"

What did you do?  You listened to the turkeys....