Mine was The Wedding - not just a wedding - an event to entice any but the most ardent dieters into oblivion, and my husband and I jumped in with abandon. One night of pleasure and four pounds up the next morning. What I learned was that, yes I would do it again; my basic character just isn't going to change. I do truly get a lot of pleasure out of unlimited shrimp and lobster bisque. But I am learning constantly from buffet lines, and what I am learning is never to take more than two of anything except protein. The ravioli were awful, but once on the plate they were just two hard to not eat; so I will not do that again. The evening ended with a buffet of candies and I sampled some of many types I have liked over the years. Riding home in the car, I tried them all and then threw the excess piece by piece out the window. Perhaps little candy shoots will sprout along the road. At least I arrived home with an empty bag. My husband was, as always, far more excessive in his eating than I. Three days later he is still dealing with lethargy and pingponging blood sugar. For him, this may have been a life-changing experience. I actually believe it was probably better that he overdid it and saw how precarious his new-found body and health can be.
Major league temptation is inevitable. It's how we view it that matters. It is possible to allow yourself binges as long as you realize that that is all they are - periodic binges in an otherwise normal eating life. I was really surprised by the amount of weight gained and by how long it is taking to recover. What is wonderful is that I know I can and will recover. Thinking in terms of eating wisely for a year seems to be a highly effective alternative to dieting.
Day 112
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