Yambabe
Bad Girl
I'm reposting this as a direct copy from my blog entry today. 
I'd really like your opinions and comments please, good or bad.
I think I nearly sabotaged myself last night.
It was very late, around 2am, and I couldn't sleep, probably cos of the hormones & stuff. When we did the shopping on Saturday we picked up some sandwich fillers from Asda in a couple of flavours so John could take butties to work this week, egg mayo, chicken tikka and prawn mayo, and they were just sitting there in the fridge.
Anyway I went to get some filtered water out of the fridge and there they were, calling to me. I'd opened the chicken tikka and eaten about a tablespoonful before I even realised. Again. A bit like the Cheese Incident, it was done almost unconsciously, but that was only the start of it. My head then started to tell me that as I'd already had some I might as well chuck some more on a sandwich and tuck in - at this point reality snapped back and I realised what I was about to do. I actually had the bread buttered & everything. :cry: I gave it to the dog!
So back to the sofa and little sleep but much self-analysis. Although the small bit of chicken in sauce that I'd eaten was, by this time, making me feel physically sick, I doubt it was actually enough to do any damage to my long-term plan. That's not the point though. The point is that I knew I was approaching a danger trigger (the boredom factor, see previous entry) and it so nearly nearly happened.
So several more hours passed trying to sort out what was happening inside my brain. I think maybe there's some little voice in there that thinks I don't deserve to be slimmer, fitter, healthier, god forbid maybe even more attractive? Some part of me that has been using my fat for a shield for all these years - people don't notice the fat girl, or if they do they don't take any notice. Could it be that my inner shyness, that I have fought so hard to overcome over the years, is still in there trying to beat a path out? That I'm scared that if I become "nicer" to look at people will start to take notice of me, and maybe when they do I won't measure up to their expectations? Food for thought (haha, food haha) indeed.
Thankfully we have an online girly session tonight, I think I will have to share these feelings and get some external, objective opinions. I think I need a stroke!
Anyway for now I've had this morning's shake, I've pulled an old summer dress out of the wardrobe that I haven't been able to wear for many years and for the first time in ages I've put some makeup on to go to work. I look HOT lol. I am more determined than ever that I will banish my inner demons and get control of my appetite (and possibly my life?) back. It might just be time to admit that I can't necessarily do it by myself though, and much as it goes against my usual independent & stubborn nature it may be time to say "Hey, I am struggling with this a bit, who is there to help me?"
I'd really like your opinions and comments please, good or bad.
I think I nearly sabotaged myself last night.
It was very late, around 2am, and I couldn't sleep, probably cos of the hormones & stuff. When we did the shopping on Saturday we picked up some sandwich fillers from Asda in a couple of flavours so John could take butties to work this week, egg mayo, chicken tikka and prawn mayo, and they were just sitting there in the fridge.
Anyway I went to get some filtered water out of the fridge and there they were, calling to me. I'd opened the chicken tikka and eaten about a tablespoonful before I even realised. Again. A bit like the Cheese Incident, it was done almost unconsciously, but that was only the start of it. My head then started to tell me that as I'd already had some I might as well chuck some more on a sandwich and tuck in - at this point reality snapped back and I realised what I was about to do. I actually had the bread buttered & everything. :cry: I gave it to the dog!
So back to the sofa and little sleep but much self-analysis. Although the small bit of chicken in sauce that I'd eaten was, by this time, making me feel physically sick, I doubt it was actually enough to do any damage to my long-term plan. That's not the point though. The point is that I knew I was approaching a danger trigger (the boredom factor, see previous entry) and it so nearly nearly happened.
So several more hours passed trying to sort out what was happening inside my brain. I think maybe there's some little voice in there that thinks I don't deserve to be slimmer, fitter, healthier, god forbid maybe even more attractive? Some part of me that has been using my fat for a shield for all these years - people don't notice the fat girl, or if they do they don't take any notice. Could it be that my inner shyness, that I have fought so hard to overcome over the years, is still in there trying to beat a path out? That I'm scared that if I become "nicer" to look at people will start to take notice of me, and maybe when they do I won't measure up to their expectations? Food for thought (haha, food haha) indeed.
Thankfully we have an online girly session tonight, I think I will have to share these feelings and get some external, objective opinions. I think I need a stroke!
Anyway for now I've had this morning's shake, I've pulled an old summer dress out of the wardrobe that I haven't been able to wear for many years and for the first time in ages I've put some makeup on to go to work. I look HOT lol. I am more determined than ever that I will banish my inner demons and get control of my appetite (and possibly my life?) back. It might just be time to admit that I can't necessarily do it by myself though, and much as it goes against my usual independent & stubborn nature it may be time to say "Hey, I am struggling with this a bit, who is there to help me?"