Why yes, the title of this post is both a metaphor for my weekend and an allusion to one of my favorite childhood movies.
It’s been a sugary weekend, which has, unfortunately, not left me feeling very sweet.
To give you an idea of my indulgence, froyo replaced two of my meals, and was eaten once as a dessert. In two days. There was also cake at some point.
I feel a little queasy thinking about it now.
And as much as I hate saying this, I’m not looking forward to publishing the numbers from The Scale on Wednesday.
It was a tough weekend. The urge to binge eat stayed with me up until last night.
But today, there is hope. In the form of a fridge stocked full with healthy food.
Last night I was up until 11:30 p.m. cooking a week’s worth of healthy breakfasts and lunches. After, I felt better. I felt in control again.
If anything, this weekend served as a reminder that having sugar just increases, instead of satisfies, the craving for sugar.
This weekend also reinforced that the food choices I make affect much more than my weight. I eat the way I do because it makes me feel good. Inside and out.
This thing that I’m doing, the way that I’m living my life, it’s full of trial and error. There will be hiccups and slip ups and bad weekends. I don’t think I’ll ever claim to have beaten binge eating. I’ve come a long way and made a lot of progress, but I’m by no means free of it.
The difference now is that I’m willing to put in the work. I can sit with my emotions and be uncomfortable instead of numbing what I’m feeling with food.
The reward is that I get to live my life consciously and purposely. Worth the fight every time.