I went to my brother's wedding last week. Amazing how a joyous accasion can be fraught with peril. I am so glad to be home, I cannot describe it.
Don't get me wrong; I am very glad to have gone. I saw friends and family, made new acquaintances, forged new bonds...it was a lot of fun, and I was on the coast of Nova Scotia to boot. Truly one of the jewels of the planet. But I lost total control of my eating, and worse, lost the will to do anything about it.
The problems started when I arrived at my brother's house. His soon to be mother-in-law had been very busy, making buns, cinammon rolls, pies...it was awesome. If you are like me, white flour is my crack pipe. I can shovel it in long past any point of comfort.
From there it just kept going. Lobster, fried clams...the list went on and on. All delicious, fresh stuff, and in moderation, not really such a bad thing. But I ate to the point of discomfort every single day. I really don't think my stomach was empty once in that week.
At one point, I just resigned myself to it, and told myself that when I got home, I would get it under control. Which I have, but that is not the point. In an earlier blog post, I talked about the smugness that can set in, where I convince myself (yet again!) that I have it all under control. Then I move out of my comfort zone, and all hell breaks loose. Going to the in-laws for Christmas. Going to a potluck. Even here, under the right circumstances. Anywhere there is a bucketload of food and routine is broken, there is serious potential for carnage. When I do keep things under control, I feel so powerful. It would be nice to experience that more often.
Since I have no interest in becoming a hermit, I need a solution. Intellectually, I know what they are. I've read the books, the internet sites, all the tips and tricks there are. But I have yet to find a consistent solution to this quagmire.
So now I am back home, eating lots of veggies, etc. Very simple food. I am regaining lost ground, but always apprehensive of the next foray out of my cocoon. I am going to a potluck birthday celebration on Saturday. Will I arrive home feeling light and powerful, or bloated and frustrated?