I firmly believe that I got to 300 pounds because I am addicted to sugar. I can not eat processed sugar in “moderation”. Eating one piece of cake will cause me to crave more and more sugar. Since I know this about myself, it seems that I would have enough sense to avoid the sugar.
During the Thanksgiving/Christmas holidays, I started the “I should be able to eat anything in moderation.” line of thinking. *Sigh* How foolish of me. So I spent January trying to get rid of the sugar cravings and the weight that I gained in Nov/Dec.
February came. I went to take care of my parents when my father had surgery. The house was loaded with food that people from their church brought. I could not throw out their food. The time in the hospital was stressful and the hospital food court had plenty of junk food, so I excused my indulgences as “stress eating.”
I spent March trying to get off the remainder of the holiday weight and the February weight and getting rid of the sugar cravings.
April brought my father’s second surgery. Thinking that I had finally learned my lesson, I determined to avoid the sugar cravings by not eating the first bite. That was a good strategy and would have worked …… if I had followed it. I did well for the first 5 days but then decided that I could have that last piece of caramel cake because I was feeling “deprived”. That started me again. I take a little satisfaction knowing that I did much better than I did with the first surgery.
Now, I am back home and struggling with the cravings. I really want to eat sugar and high carb foods. The vending machine at work is calling my name. I know that I just have to hold on for a few days and the cravings will leave. To be honest, I am scared. I know that I can put back on all the weight that I have lost and more in a short period of time if I don’t get back in control.
So the best case scenario is that I get back under control and, in May and June, lose the 10 pounds that I have gained since the first of November. If that happens, I will lose, at least, half a year of what could have been weight loss progress. Worst case scenario is that I don’t get control again and continue to gain weight. I am going to have more trips to help my parents so, if I allow it, I could go through this again and lose even more time. I must get control and then keep it.
So the moral of my tale is that some of us just can’t take that first bite. I can’t be overconfident and have the “I have this weight loss thing beat” type of thinking. I can’t eat sugary items “in moderation.” “Comfort eating” may give momentary comfort but will result in longer struggle. I don’t “deserve” junk food. I do deserve a healthy life.
*Sigh* this really is a life-long struggle.



