I’ve had a crazy time of it… just before I was supposed to start a diet on February 1st, Istarted panicking – not just because of the diet, but bec of real concerns, some bad news, worries. You know the mom drill. A couple of whopping disappointments and who you gonna call?
I only have the dog to delegate to, right? And of course I have only me to yell at (in good conscience). I can always, eat, bash and eat some more. What, I can’t have a cookie on a hard day? Who are you judging?
So since February 1st, I’ve been coached by Kate Lundberg - in her calm, generous and open way. I did the pre-work, and was reassured that I’d be an “easy case.” According to Kate, I’d lose weight readily. (I’ve lost 1.4 pounds since then. Bravo.)
We had some coaching, talking, complaining. Some of my thoughts about whether or not I had to keep a food journal. (I don’t mind actually – it’s not a calorie count, but a what-time?-what-food?-what-hunger-level? journal.)
I’ve calmly come to where I eat when I’m hungry – every time I’m hungry – and that’s ok. I’m relearning how to eat, how to think about what I eat, and how not to use food to punish myself, comfort myself or even distract myself from what I’m really hungry for.
Eatzilla? no visitations since late January. I’ve been like any villager – just keeping the peace, and raising my family. Is Eatzilla out there lurking? I don’t know. But right now there’s prosperity in the village.
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