FEEDING FRENZY!!! Watch your fingers and toes.

Feeding Frenzy

Hello all. I know I already wrote a blog entry this week, but I need to share with you what has happened for the last three days. It has been a feeding frenzy. Like how chum sends sharks into a mindless frenzy. Mentally, I disappeared and my unconscious feeding machine took over. Mentally and physically, I have been having a daily Thanksgiving gorge. Fast Food hamburgers. Smothered Breakfast Burritos. Ice Cream. Yummy food, yet...

Food Coma and Food Hangover anyone?

Don't be concerned. I am not beating myself up for failing. Instead I am trying something new here. I am sharing that I fell completely off the wagon. I don't mean that I got bumped and have been hanging on for dear life. Nope I fell off and just kept eating.

Ever seen Goonies. Remember Chunk. He heads towards the freezer. He smells and sees all the ice cream and doesn't notice the dead guy. I only saw food. Not even the food I was eating. It was more like what I was going to eat next. I don't actually know what set it off. Nothing significant. No tragedy. No serious upsets.

I am thinking of when I used to be on weight watchers. I would go in for the meetings. For those that have never partaken of weight watchers, I will paint the picture. Imagine a strip mall with fast food within walking distance. Potentially a pizza joint right next store. And you walk into a very plain beige room. Could be an insurance office? Other then the simple theatre style chairs all facing towards charts, weight loss tips, and pictures of smiling happy people. Well and the weigh-in booths. Each come with a scale (electronic variety) and your very own thin happy weigher.

The weigh-in women each week were my parish priests in that cathedral of weight loss. On weeks where FEEDING FRENZY had taken over, I was hoping beyond hope that the scale would not show what happened. The weigh in woman would look up at me and depending what the scale said I would either sigh in relief or try to confess what happened. I waited for those weigh in days for that accountability. I waited for those weigh in days frequently to remind me of my commitment. If it wasn't going well during the week, I would wait to say so until confession on weigh in day.

FORCE --> DISRUPT ---> TRY SOMETHING NEW

Ok disrupting my normal ways of thinking, acting, and feeling. I might still be confessing, but I am saying something now. I want to stand on the scale on Monday and fully own whatever it says. Instead of acting surprised and feeling like it happened to me. 'Oh poor me. See I don't have the right genes for being thin.' 'Maybe my scale is broken'. I am just stating a return to my Skinny Bitch game. For those who haven't read the first post by me, the skinny bitches game is - Exercise 30 minutes daily and follow weight watchers as it is designed until I weigh 155 pounds this or better. *After I reach goal I will have someone help me design a maintenance plan.

So this morning I woke up and did P90X. I opened my book where I track points and accounted for breakfast. I am awake and conscious. THank you for reading. Check back in on Monday of next week for the accounting of what is so. ; )