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I still live in fear that one of these days I'm just going to "snap" and I'll suddenly revert back to my old ways.
I struggled with that fear until pretty recently. Two things happened that convinced me, this time is REALLY different.
In August I went through a really horrible shock. First thing I did was go get drunk. Hadn't gotten drunk since, I don't know, 2005 I guess. In the past, that would have led to my hating myself, beating myself up, then more drinking, then uncontrollable eating...you get the picture.
This time, I got up the next morning, hungover, and immediately told myself, hey DC, know what? You screwed up. You're human. You're allowed to screw up. I forgive you, and I still love you. Make better choices today.
That totally lightened the burden, and I made better choices that day, and most days afterward.
Then, last month, I went to a party and I chose to binge on cupcakes. Yummy, delicious, evil cupcakes. But I knew in advance I was going to let myself do this, and when the cupcakes were gone, I was done. I was sick as a dog the next day, but I told myself, hey, that's the price you paid for those cupcakes, and it's OK, I still love you.
And I went right back on plan, no more cupcakes.
What's the difference? Why am I calm, cool and collected about this, when with every previous attempt to lose weight and maintain the loss, I felt like I was clinging by my fingernails?
The difference is, I really love myself now, and I never did before. I love myself, and I deserve to have a wonderful, happy life. A wonderful, happy life means I want to be healthy and active. I don't want to be super morbidly obese, drunk, stoned and miserable. So I refuse to be that way anymore.
Very, very simple. Very reasonable. I'm worth too much to myself to hurt myself by gaining weight and being unhealthy again. So when I screw up, I forgive myself, and I jump right back on the wagon.
