I learned some things about myself this weekend. Some I already knew, some are brand new concepts. I bought reduced-fat peanut butter when I went grocery shopping on Saturday morning. I thought, hey, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich is great--with real fruit spread (no sugar added), whole grain bread, and reduced-fat peanut butter, it's got grains, protein, fruit, and the great fats you get from nuts. While my intentions were good, reality hit me like a ton of bricks when, 2 days later, the entire jar of peanut butter was gone. Had I made that many sandwiches? Oh no, certainly not--it went straight from the jar to my mouth by way of spoon! So, lesson #1: I can't even have healthier alternatives of food in my house if it is something I will binge on (I have also been known to binge on low-fat graham crackers).
Lesson #2: I will always have a fat person's mentality. I know a lot of people say that you should be able to eat whatever you want when losing weight, just "in moderation." My problem with that is that I have no concept of moderation. For my entire 23 years of existence, I have eaten as much of my food as I desired. When younger, my parents always made me clear my plate. I still do this, even at restaurants with astronomical portion sizes. Hey, I paid for that food, and it tastes good, so yeah, I'm going to eat it! Well, moderation does NOT mean binging on one or two unhealthy meals and trying to compensate for the rest of the day (or weekend or week or month...). Moderation means eating less of the unhealthier foods, and I realized that I just can't do that. For me with my mildly obsessive-compulsive personality, it's all or nothing. Give me a Super-Size fries, or give me none at all! It's not a game of willpower--I have the willpower to say that I don't want any at all. I have the willpower to drive past the fast-food restaurant and instead go home and eat the healthier foods in my kitchen. I have the willpower to go grocery shopping and NOT buy ice cream (not even just a pint, and not even the low-fat kind!). However, I do not have the, well, sane state of mind to stop eating once I have started until everything before me is gone.
Lesson #3: The things I thought would help me don't. I came here all weekend long and read about other's success and problems and such, as I do almost daily. I love reading other people's stories on here--people who understand what I am going through. I sat at my computer and read and felt inspired--and then we went to Denny's where I got a huge chicken sandwish and fries. ARGH! Why didn't it sink in? Why didn't I carry the stories I'd read beyond the computer chair? I suppose what it is I realized is that this needs to become more of an internal thing--I need to know that I am doing this for ME, not for the friends on 3FC, not for my TOPS club, not for my family, but for ME. I need to remember in every waking moment what my goals are, what I need to do to achieve them, and (most importantly) WHY these goals are important to me. I get such a profound sense of satisfaction every time I stick to my guns and lose some weight and such an overwhelming feeling of guilt and desperation when I don't, so why can't I just be good all the time?! It is in those guilty and desperate moments that I have a lapse in judgement, and I need to get control over such moments! I know, I am only human, and I will falter ocassionally, but I should be able to climb right back up after just one meal or even just one day of bad eating--not 4 consecutive days!
I won't be surprised if no one actually reads this far, as this is getting quite long. I suppose this is more of an emotional dump for me than a post actually asking for advice or replies. I just got so frustrated with myself over the past few days that I needed to step back and clear my head. Now it's time to move on--onward and downward!

However, I am totally fine all week long. I plan my meals and don't stry from my plan. I pack my food every day and don't add anything to it (no vending machine trips, no fast-food stops, etc.). However, once that weekend rolls around, I have a lot more difficulty in controlling myself no matter whether I am happy, sad, angry, frustrated, hyper, bored, romantic...Well, I guess you could say I am an emotional eater in that I will eat during ANY emotion
But seriously, my emotions don't trigger my appetite. I am lucky in that one respect, I suppose.
I just need to learn to control myself. Even small steps. Next time, I can ask if I can get a side salad instead of fries (with a reasonable dressing, of course). and the sandwich I had was grilled chicken, so better than fried, but next time, I can ask for no fried onion straws and no bacon on it. If I order the food without the bad stuff, then it won't be in front of me to tempt me when my plate comes out! Wow, now there's a minor epiphany--if I can control myself during ordering, then I will have better choices. That sems much less daunting than trying to only eat half of my meal or something, you know?
{{{hugs}}}
, I'm saying it because in that ONE SENTENCE, you TOLD me that you can do it. It's in you to do this Jill, you "said so yourself" just not in those exact words.

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Next time Jeff is over, I will have to feed him peanut butter and jelly sandwiches all weekend long to get that jar out of my cabinet