I went along to the meeting this evening hoping for another big weight loss. I felt like I probably had lost quite a considerable amount, though I wasn't sure how much it might be.
I was feeling very virtuous as we'd had a small party for my child's first birthday, and there was an amazing spread of food laid on by my wife. Although I could have cheerfully eaten the whole lot, I put a sandwich on my plate to make it look as though I was eating and munched on bits of a cranberry bar instead.
When I got on the scales to be weighed, I actually felt quite apprehensive. The previous week's 15 lb was a huge amount to lose and surely it couldn't be anywhere near that much again. I was right. This week, it was a 6 lb loss. I felt slightly disappointed at this, even though that's silly; 6 lb in a week is still an awful lot of weight. That's a stone and a half in a fortnight.
We discussed our updated bridge metaphors. I told J that I'd really tried to work out whether there was any relationship between my eating and times of stress, but I wasn't sure there was. We discussed how long it had been that I'd been aware of overeating and I had to say that it goes all the way back to my very first job after university - I remember buying two foot long subs to eat. I'd munch one out of the office, as I knew it was gluttonous and embarrassing. I likened this behaviour to something I once heard about Keith Chegwin and his alcoholism. He talked about hiding bottles of scotch away in different places so he called always get one when he needed it. I don't hide food in that sense, but I certainly do most of my overeating behind my wife's back and wouldn't be keen to reveal it because I know it's not very nice.
J said that maybe I'll never know what causes my overeating. It may simply be too long ago and I've forgotten. The important thing is that I stop.
I was feeling very virtuous as we'd had a small party for my child's first birthday, and there was an amazing spread of food laid on by my wife. Although I could have cheerfully eaten the whole lot, I put a sandwich on my plate to make it look as though I was eating and munched on bits of a cranberry bar instead.
When I got on the scales to be weighed, I actually felt quite apprehensive. The previous week's 15 lb was a huge amount to lose and surely it couldn't be anywhere near that much again. I was right. This week, it was a 6 lb loss. I felt slightly disappointed at this, even though that's silly; 6 lb in a week is still an awful lot of weight. That's a stone and a half in a fortnight.
We discussed our updated bridge metaphors. I told J that I'd really tried to work out whether there was any relationship between my eating and times of stress, but I wasn't sure there was. We discussed how long it had been that I'd been aware of overeating and I had to say that it goes all the way back to my very first job after university - I remember buying two foot long subs to eat. I'd munch one out of the office, as I knew it was gluttonous and embarrassing. I likened this behaviour to something I once heard about Keith Chegwin and his alcoholism. He talked about hiding bottles of scotch away in different places so he called always get one when he needed it. I don't hide food in that sense, but I certainly do most of my overeating behind my wife's back and wouldn't be keen to reveal it because I know it's not very nice.
J said that maybe I'll never know what causes my overeating. It may simply be too long ago and I've forgotten. The important thing is that I stop.
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