Just when I think I've got this maintenance thing nailed... an alien took over my body a couple of hours ago and transferred a pile of Swiss chocolate from my hands to my mouth. Of course **I** was the one in control, but it sure didn't feel that way. It brought home the point that I'll probably never be cured of my deranged eating impulses -- the best I can do is figure out strategies to keep the monster in its cage. Fortunately I was able to snap out of it fairly quickly this time. Based on my shaky state of mind, I decided that I had to throw out a few items of food immediately, which I did (complete with Comet powder poured over them). Nuts, eh?
This is the third time that I've lost a significant amount of weight and as I approach my goal, I know (and have known all along) that this is when the real heavy lifting begins.
Thanks for posting. Good luck and I'll second Bargoo's "Stay Strong."
Thanks for the support, guys. It REALLY helps to post here and get feedback. I feel like I'm accountable not only to myself, but to an entire community!
I'm impressed that you had one indiscretion and were able to reign it in without losing all control. Kudos from another maintainer who is more or less in remission.
freelance, the same alien force feeds me stuff sometimes too. I'll find myself standing in the kitchen and ten minutes later I won't know why I've eaten whatever it is. While I see my hands and know what I'm doing, I don't feel like I'm in control of what I'm doing.
Tossing it out with Comet on it? Not crazy at all. Mine usually involves tossing it out with coffee grounds poured out of a used k-cup on it.
Great job on reeling it back in before it got too out of control.
Sometimes when people offer me sweets at a party/office event, I will say that I can't eat it because I have a sugar intolerance, or I'll say I'm a borderline diabetic. It's so much easier than explaining that 2 bites of the food on offer will never satisfy me, and will induce raging cravings for more-more-more for the next few hours (at least). In remission indeed, but always ready to rear it's ugly head at a moment's notice.