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Originally Posted by CenTXChk
Good evening Summer Peeps. My mom's memorial was today. Absolutely beautiful service. Family I haven't seen in years. We had friends who drove over 4 hours to attend. I am so humbled and touched at the outpouring of love. All in all a wonderful emotional day.
And I cheated....big time. I was soooo good. Brought my IP food and was good until after the service and lunch. The church provided a huge spread. There was wine. I told my aunt I couldn't reminisce near the desserts but there we were. Next thing I know I popped a brownie in my mouth and it was downhill from there.
What bothers me most is not the cheat but the landslide that inevitably follows. I can't just have one brownie and stop. The rest of the day turns into a food fest. I am disgusted with myself. I need to learn moderation. My coach assures me that I will in maintenance and that I stuff myself because I feel like this is my chance to get all the junk in. In maintenance I will not be so restricted. I sure hope she's right cause at this moment I am pretty concerned about being able to indulge and maintain. Ugh.
Howdy all - returning from my wedding trip to California -- got in last night after midnight. I am taking a sick day today to catch up on rest and get my act together.
Like you, CenTXChk - I made it thru travel all day to Sacramento and thru a winery visit on Saturday before the wedding. Then at the wedding itself -- could not drive to the event (shuttles from hotel) so I could not take my own little store of food items and water..... the wedding was held out in the vineyard and the reception and dinner was outside on the lawn in front of the family winery home - I was faced with Mexican tamales, a 'salad' of corn, black beans, chopped onion and peppers, and a slaw bathed in a mayo based sauce... not a piece of greenery in sight..... and the only drink other than wine or craft beer was a homemade fruit water with berries. I decided to just go with the flow, hope for minimal damage, and deal with the re-boot the next day.....
And the next day, I was with my family just north of Sacramento - they took me to a Mexican restaurant where I had grilled fish tacos - pretty much staying on program by leaving the tortilla on the plate and just having the fish and the shredded lettuce and cabbage and some salsa.... my niece ordered a pitcher of margaritas, though.... and I did have half a glass....
And the next day, my sorority sister (mother of the bride) drove me over to Sonoma where we had lunch (another place famous for fish tacos)... once again, not too bad on the food, and we managed to get away from there without any dessert hitting the table..... but that evening, she and her daughter treated me to a fabulous dinner at a gourmet restaurant where I had a great pork chop and sautéed spinach.... but they ordered appetizers to die for... Burrata with French baguette toasts.. a fresh Italian cheese made from mozzarella and cream. The outer shell is solid mozzarella, while the inside contains both mozzarella and cream. They were right -- it was to die for.... and my barely live grip on OP finally dropped altogether. Not only did I have the cheese on toast, but I also had some flourless chocolate torte and some crème brule for dessert. And 2 glasses of wine.
Yesterday was exactly what you talk about, CenTxChk - the landslide that follows the cheat. At the airport, I had a burger with no bun and some shredded lettuce, but then I thought - this is my last chance before returning to P1 - I got a package of Famous Amos chocolate chip cookies -- a good sized package. And aside from the shrimp over orzo salad meal on the airplane, with pretzel roll and a red velvet cake dessert, I killed off that whole bag of cookies before landing in DC at midnite.
I watched myself wolfing those little cookies down one by one, thinking to myself - Good Grief -- this is auto-pilot! Despite 9 months of no commercial sugary items at all, no fruit, no bread, no dairy -- here I am stuffing it in just as I did before I began IP. That 'no craving' cloud I have been living in while in ketosis just evaporated completely after the first cheating bite, and the heavy-duty attraction to the chocolate and sugary stuff returned full force. I was so aggravated with myself. Moderation was no where in my space-time continuum... I was on auto-hog mode. Disgusting is an understatement.
I got off the plane, collected my luggage, hooked up with my DH who had come to pick me up at the airport, and got home about 1AM. I dragged my bags upstairs and unpacked most of my stuff... noticing throughout that I was feeling increasingly miserable in the gut..... by the time I laid down to go to sleep, my stomach was feeling truly bad. I could tell that I was not going to be able to hold down the stomach contents.... and within a couple of minutes I ran to bathroom to throw up.
I may not feel the same about a chocolate chip cookie in the future - I had never gotten sick from chocolate before, and it was just as horrible as every other bad case of nausea I have ever had. I tried to focus on the misery of the barfing experience so that I can remember it well, and call that awful feeling up the next time chocolate cravings enter my psyche.
This morning I weighed in see that I am up 2.8 lbs from my last home weigh in before leaving town last Friday morning.... I was expecting to be up at least 5 lbs, due to the multiple cheat meals and the wine. I am grateful to be up less than 3 lbs, but I really want to detach the small gain from the big cheats. I am grateful that all of my cheats involved especially good tasting, well prepared food... except for the Famous Amos cookies (faves, but nothing all that special). Overall, I did not waste my cheats on mediocre stuff. But I got onto a very slippery slope and just tumbled all the way into a gully of guilt and misery.
I know this was a pleasure trip, and I hope to take these kind of sojourns often in the future. What I need to do though, is to find a way to enjoy some good food, but to be moderate in the process. Coming back here to you guys is the primary incentive for me to get off the runaway train. I wonder if I could bring myself back into line without this confessional, and without your inevitable support that will help me get back on track.
Very disappointed in myself.