fruitlady - For years and years I just labeled it, "a lack of self control", or "disordered eating" or something that was a general label for a very specific issue. But now that I think of it, it really is the sole reason I'm now ~172 lbs rather than 110, like I was during my teenage years. I'm not a junk food junkie; I like it, sure, but my favourite foods are "good" food. I'd much rather have a sandwich made of thick, grainy whole wheat bread, chicken, avocado and homemade mayonnaise than a McDonald's burger, for example. But I'd have nothing to eat all day and then THREE lovely sandwiches, or a lovely sandwich, a big plate of macaroni cheese with homemade cheese sauce and a homemade chocolate lava cake, for example. ALL AT ONCE. Which must be 2500 calories or more.
The reason I came back to the thread so soon is to tell you ladies what happened at dinner tonight.
Today for breakfast and for a late lunch I ate a bologna sandwich with light bologna, fat free cheese, light mayo and light bread. (I don't know the calorie count but they're 4 WW pts each.) Tonight we went to dinner at a lovely restaurant which has the most gorgeous, biggest spinach salad in the world. I was very pleased with myself for getting the dressing on the side.
But then I had a bread roll with butter! And then a 3 oz piece of my hubs' steak! And then I wanted dessert! And when my hubs (who had a headache and who wanted to go home) finally vetoed dessert, I meekly asked him if I could get TCBY on the way home! (A child's size is cheap - 2 pts.) And he said, "You'd just be throwing away points. It won't be worth it."
Bless his heart. I don't know if that sounds like a lot of food (which it doesn't when I write it down), but you have to believe me when I say this spinach salad comes on a platter that is larger than my head. It's HUGE. MAMMOTH. If Godzilla were to eat spinach salads, his would be the same size. Bloody ****, if Godzilla WERE a spinach salad, it would be the same size.
All the time the words were coming out of my mouth, I was hoping he would say no. NO, YOU CANNOT EAT MORE. Because I couldn't say no to myself.
Edit:
I just realized I didn't even tell you chickies everything I ate for dinner... I also had 1 dinner roll, about 1 tsp of the whipped butter, and I polished off my husband's cooked spinach from his plate when he was done! I didn't even remember I'd had those things.
Does anyone else get this? The memory-wipe afterwards?