My inner binge monster is a sneaky tricky beast. It starts out by disguising itself as pure logic in my brain. A little whisper that plants the thoughts such as "Oh, you've been so good lately, you deserve a treat" and "Your weight is back down to where you want it, it won't hurt to have a fun day" and "Just a little treat one day in moderation, nothing overboard." I HATE these justifications. Because when I finally give into that so-called logic, the binge monster reveals its true intentions and I lose all control in a furious mindless eating frenzy.
I've been doing well for the last few weeks. Eating satisfying on plan meals that keep the cravings at bay. I feel good about it. But those cravings, not a craving for any particular food, just a nagging desire to eat, are sneaking back into my brain. I woke up this morning and my very first thought was "Mmmm...me want chocolate chip pancakes! Maybe today should be a screw-it day."
No, no, no, and no today should not be a screw-it day. Today I'll be staying on plan with some especially delicious foods that I'll take time to prepare. I'll exercise and feel good about myself. Tonight I won't go to bed with the painfully full stomach and self-loathing guilt that comes with a binge. Instead, today I'm going to go to bed with a well fed body and pride that I had a good day.
Eff you, binge monster. I know your tricks.