I talk to myself.
And not just the occasional word or two. I have complete inner dialogues that usually start with a "friendly" suggestion and evolve into minutes of intense, bitter conflict in which I inevitably question my sanity. One would think I would have learned a way to silence the inner voice, but every now and then, the conversations return with full force...as if the long silence is reason enough to make up for lost time. I know, it's a strange concept to admit so casually, but as I was reading a post by Lizzie2010 and her struggles with a buffet, she said something that struck a chord with me: I just want to eat. I resent my diet.
I wanted to share a lunch experience I had at Subway months ago:
Nice Register Man: "What did you order?"
Me: "A 6-inch Veggie Delight."
Voice: "But I really wanted a foot-long meatball marinara."
Nice Register Man: "You could have gotten a foot-long for five bucks."
Me: "I know."
Voice: "Of course I want a foot-long. I want two foot longs!"
Nice Register Man: "Did you want chips and a Coke with that?"
Me: "No, just the sandwich."
Voice: "Give me a large Mountain Dew and Harvest Cheddar Sunchips right now! Do you hear me!?"
Nice Register Man: "Do you want a cookie?"
Me: "No, thank you."
Voice: "COOKIES!"
Nice Register Man: "That will be $3.25."
Me: "Thanks."
Voice: (I honestly couldn't hear over the screaming.)
That day, I did more than resent my diet. I resented Nice Register Man for not knowing my struggle. I resented the guy in front of me who had just ordered a foot-long Tuna Melt with extra cheese. I resented everyone who waited in line to fill their tall cups with lovely sugary soda. And more than anything, I resented that stupid checklist...you know, the one you're supposed to go over in your head when you feel like a craving.
- Am I emotional?
- Am I bored?
- Am I tired?
- Am I thirsty?
Oh, shut up! I just want to eat what I want to eat!
I don't care why! I don't want your psychoanalytical babble!
I just want to eat!
The voice was not kind to me back then...
When I finally decided I'd had enough, I went through 47 days of hard withdrawal that included not only the physical pain, but the emotional battle of trying to reign in that inner dialogue to a controllable level.
Don't forget that you are not two or three or even four people. You are one person. That voice is not a stranger. It's you, and as you can choose to lose control, you can choose to take it. As you can choose to binge, you can choose not to binge. As you can choose to make poor choices, you can choose to make good ones.
The voice does not control you.
The food does not control you.
The most they can do is make suggestions.
And you can say "no."



