You can't eat well at a state fair.
It's not fair at all.
Went to the Washington State Fair yesterday and fell off the diet wagon completely. Sure, I'm going to climb, ashamed, back on it today, but I don't feel good about it.
When my lovely wife and I decided to gallivant off to the fair yesterday, I thought, "I'm sure there will be some good food there. After all, folks are more health-wary these days. Nope. Fried dough, ice cream, and corn-dogs up the ying-yang.
My wife who has no desire or medical need to follow a strict diet regiment immediately opted for a corn-dog. I followed suit, reluctantly. (Who am I kidding? I paid for them and nearly chewed the stick in half.) I thought, "Well then, that's my diet-sin for the day....What's that over there? Bratwurst? MMMMMMMmmmmmm........bratwurst.....
So, a corn dog, a brat, a glass of lemonade, two diet sodas, a bite of my wife's funnel-cake, and ANOTHER corn dog later, I decide to get a strawberry ice cream cone. Keep in mind, I haven't eaten shit food like this in awhile, and certainly not in this capacity. You might think I threw up. You would be wrong. You might think I got the hershey-squirts, and you'd be wrong, as well. WORSE: I actually lost two pounds.
Now, that two pounds can be written off to a big heathy dump, or water weight, or normal daily fluctuations in the body, or whatever.
The problem is, it tricks me into thinking that it's okay if I cheat on my diet. I don't want it to be okay. I want to think that eating like that will kill me. It damn near did.
Those folks reading this who know me, understand that I've lost around 90 pounds in the last 18 months, or so. I got diagnosed with type 2 diabetes, and have been fighting the good fight for awhile now. I'm off all my meds, I look great, feel great, my life is changing in leaps and bounds in good directions, and I've embraced my inner madman. Things are going well.
Then, I find out that I lost 2 pounds eating crap. Now, it seems as if all the effort is for naught.
Realistically, I know it's not, but will that help me the next time somebody waves a plate of fries in my face? My buddy I'm going to see later today is already starting to talk about "let's get a pizza this afternoon", and I'm like, "Yeah! With sausage!"
I suck. Gonna be one of those days. Fucking state fair food and all it's yummy greasy goodness.....
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Elvis,
I don’t know how much I revealed in my/Arya’s blog and medical document, but the therapist I see specializes in eating disorders. This was by accident. Office Mate, my dear Cremora, was desperate to get rid of me, so she sent me to this lady, thinking the new therapist handled your regular run-of-the-mill depression.
Anyway, it turned out that she was the perfect shrink for me. I don’t have any eating disorders, but we clicked really well. However, she did give me some hints about weight and body image. One of them is if you weigh yourself every day, you’re going to give yourself a fucking neurosis.
The majority of people with eating disorders are women. That doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen to men. Unless your doctor has given you specific instructions on weighing yourself each day, don’t do it!
Losing two pounds after going to the fair could be about a million other things than what you ate. How much did you sweat that day? Did the things you eat possibly cause you to drop some water weight? Stuff like that.
So quit beating yourself up! But don’t use your corn dog day as an excuse for pigging out on pizza tonight.
Don’t forget to turn your feed back on! It’s on your dashboard, under the settings tab, on the sub tab called “site feed”. How can I be a follower if I can’t get your feed?
Wild Screaming Bitch
Neat!
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