I’m not going to eat between meals and I’m not going to take seconds. Just for today. And I’ll try this for a year.
I mentioned in a comment last night that I had “that moment” yesterday. “That moment” is the instant when I lose my focus on controlling what I eat. Looking back every time I’ve backslid on a so-called diet, my slide can be traced to “that moment”. Once, I got a 1/4 pound bag of malted milk balls when I went to a movie. Another time I snacked on 3 miniature candies from a friends candy-dish at work. In both cases, that was the start of gaining back all my lost weight.
“That moment” is the instant when I decide I can handle it. That I’ve learned what I need to learn and treats aren’t a threat to my future. And I don’t care anyway.
So-called diets won’t protect you against “that moment”. They look at the whole day or a week and teach you to manage what you eat during that time frame. And it’s important to know those lessons — I use the lessons I learned from Weight Watchers every day. But, when “the moment” comes, it doesn’t matter how many calories you’re about to eat – the nutritional value of what starts your slide is unimportant. The important thing is that if you give in to that momentary urge (and I always did eventually), you’ve lost your mementum. And on a diet, momentum is everything.
Yesterday, as I walked around that big no-longer empty room I felt terrific. I felt good about myself and my future. And I thought, I’ll go look at the candy machine. “The moment” came just like that.
But my very next thought was, this isn’t lunch or dinner. I can’t eat now. And I didn’t.