Pint

They (Oprah, Dr. Phil, Dr. Oz, all health care professionals, etc.) are adamant that stress/ emotional eating is a big no no.

Untrue.

In my not-so-esteemed opinion, it's about limiting those stress/emotional eating instances to when it is utterly and completely necessary.  Because whether we like to admit it or not, it happens.

On Monday I, for the first time, ate a pint of ice cream in one sitting.  This may come as a surprise, as I believe it is customary for those of the female persuasion to resort to the cliche ice cream binge when having love woes and work troubles.  Nope, not me.  Until this week I had never, ever, ever fallen down that well.

Guess there's a first time for everything. 

I can't even say with a straight face that the pint incident was a spontaneous, manic episode.  Nope.  The inhaling of the Ben & Jerry's was after multiple failed attempts to secure a Rolo McFlurry from McD's.  Consider the pint a last resort.

And lemme tell ya.  I do not regret it for a second and can justify it with every (increasing) ounce of my being.

On that day, I totally, utterly, wholely, and completely needed ice cream and lots of it. 

Off the Wagon

I am so far off the wagon I can't even see the dust in the distance.  Pathetic.

You may have guessed this from my radio silence over the last little while.  When I started this little writing project I vowed to be nothing but truthful on this blog.  Apparently over the last little while I've chosen absence over facing fact. 

The time has come.

Haven't adhered to any sort of plan, really, since before Morocco.  I have no real excuse.  Still on steroids--which sucks.  But oddly. the steroids don't force you to choose french fries over fruit; nor do they make you sleep in instead of going to cardio.  Nope, this one's all on me.

It's like a different version of Aryn has taken over my body--a lazy, unmotivated, blah incarnation.  I don't like her so much.

Now, for the numbers.  As of this very moment I've lost 53.2 lbs total.  Gained 3.2 lbs since the last time I weighed in 3 weeks ago.  Both the lack of weighing in and the gain are awful--but truthfully, not nearly as bad as anticipated.  Sadly, when I stepped on the scale this am I was shooting for a < 10lb gain.  How's that for driven.

A 50+ lb weight loss is nothing to sneeze at, I know this.  However, everything is relative.  And if you look at my progress over, say. the last two months, it is laughable as compared to the first two.  First two months=down 21 lbs.  Last two months=down 8.4 lbs.  8.4 lbs-WHAT?  I used to lose close to that in one week!!!!

Don't let me fool you.  I am in no sort of conundrum (sp).  The answer is simple.  Do the freakin program.  I get it.  Yet I clearly don't GET IT. 

And I'm not sure what I need to get jump started--other than a muzzle.