Still here, still plugging along. Weigh In today as up .6 in one week. Not bad considering the crap I managed to consume this week. Nachos? Are you kidding me? Not one serving, but two? Puleeze!
And then work group Thanksgiving pot luck with turkey, dressing, potatoes, 3 different kinds of bread, etc, etc, etc. I did not over eat, I did not get uncomfortable full, but I managed to try a little of everything. And it was all quite good (I made the scalloped potatoes). If I can maintain thru Thanksgiving, I will be ok. We don't make a big Christmas dinner or anything, so not alot to worry about there. I just have to pace myself.
One big problem is feeding my grief. Food has always been a "friend", one that brings great solace in times of discomfort, emotional turmoil and stress. At least I am aware of this and that gives me a little bit of an edge and allows me to, at the very least, question myself when I go to put something in my face. If I really want something (nachos anyone?) I want to make sure I know why I am eating it. Unconciously feeding my grief is not good. Indulging myself because thats what I want at that moment is marginally more acceptable. The first I can get lost in, the second, I have some control over.