An introduction... starting on the wrong foot
Hey there, ladies (and gents). I'm new to the forums as a poster, though I have been skimming for a couple of weeks now. I decided to pop in (finally) because the support here seems so great and I don't want to become a bore to my friends--obsessing over each and every thing I eat and every backslide is not interesting unless there are others who know exactly what you are going through. My friends are supportive and I want to repay that by not calling them and saying "Oh, my God, guess what I just ate..." every time I feel I've backslid. Quid pro quo.
I started South Beach (for the second time) at around the same time. I just got tired of looking the way I do and feeling self-concious about it 70% of the time.
The first 12 days went by really well and then between last night and today I managed to derail. Up until yesterday I was so good--I was even out at bars and parties for quite a few evenings and managed to stick to Diet Coke, resisting the siren call of Malibu and pineapple. Then, last night (Friday), I was walking out of work, on my way to the gym, when a friend called to see if I wanted to hang out. It was Friday and so I shrugged off the twinge of guilt and met him. On the side of virtue, I still just drank Diet Coke (for which they charged me for refills, those fascists--I spent $10 onb Diet Coke. I was filled with much rage.), but I also managed to eat spinach and artichoke dip with decidedly not whole wheat pita bread. Grr.
Fast forward to today. I did my shopping for the week and got a few items that are Phase II friendly--whole wheat bread, some fruit, etc. What did I do? That's right--figuring that I had already ko'd Phase I with the pita I decided to have some of my whole wheat carb control bread. Some translating into three egg salad sandwiches--one for breakfast, another for lunch and, hey, for dinner, why the **** not? (Actually the dinner one was probably the best call--I had the phone book open ready to order myself a pizza and then fought that urge HARD. Still, why did I have to go for my 5th piece of bread? Honestly.) I did stay home from a party, though that was more rain-related than worry about the temptation of lukewarm keg beer.
I tried SB once before and found the same thing when I switched to Phase II. Once the relaxed discipline was on me, I found it much easier just let it all go. I'm better when sticking to the rigid controls of Phase I.
I guess at this point I wll tell myself to wipe the slate and do better--I'll extend Phase I for a couple of extra days to get things back on track and then try and extend my discipline from Phase I into II. I find that to be the most difficult--I've never been a "just a taste satisfies me" sort of person, which, I suppose, is how my *** (amongst other parts) reached this state in the first place.
Sorry for the very long and not terribly uplifting first post--I just needed a forum to vent and if this isn't that, then I don't know where I'll find it!
PS Before I fell off the wagon with a resounding thud, I managed to lose 12 pounds. No change in clothing size yet, but things are fitting a little looser and my Friday night friend told me I did seem to be looking a bit slimmer. It may be just him being supportive, but I'll go with it.
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