When I started on this weight-loss journey, I felt that I had it all figured out. I knew how to focus. I had strong motivation to do it right this time. I was very successful with my weight loss until last November when I fell off the wagon and my weight loss slowed to a trickle.
I had that figured out, too.
I had an answer for everything
But last night--well, actually, it wasn’t last night, but 4:30 this morning--I finally figured out what got me into this overweight mess to start with.
It was guilt eating.
Not guilt over what I ate--that came later--it was the guilt of letting someone I love eat alone.
Last night I ate dinner, not because I was hungry, but because I didn’t want my hubby to eat alone. If I felt this way, I should have simply eaten a salad, but I didn’t. He had gone to the trouble of making enchiladas (I had made the filling and sauce last week for his sister and kids, but it didn’t get eaten), and I didn’t want to disappoint him . . . so I ate two beef enchiladas. Ugh.
We also ate after 6 PM.
Again, another bad thing for me.
What am I going to do about it?
Over the next couple of weeks, I am seriously tracking again, writing down everything that is put into my mouth. This is the only way I’ll reach my elusive goal weight.
And I’ll have to learn to say, “No, thanks, I’m not hungry. But I’ll keep you company while you eat.”
Thanks for letting me share.
Later, Peeps!
