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Highest Weight: 220
Dec. 25, 2012: 193.8 (McD Restart)
Jan. 25, 2013: 182.4 down Cum. Loss = 11.4 pounds
Feb. 1, 2013: 185.8 up 3.4 Cum. Loss = 8.0 pounds
Feb. 8, 2013: 134.4 down 2.4 Cum. Loss = 10.4 pounds
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kkrichar wrote:Doing fantastic and feeling good. Day 12 of 100% compliance. I had a bit of a challenge on Saturday in the grocery store. I even ate before heading to the store. So, not sure what that was about but I made it out without eating or buying anything off plan.
Here's my latest mental trick to keep myself from buying or snacking on off plan foods in the store or at work or whatever. I don't want to get political so I hope I don't offend anyone. My intention is to share my thought process and I feel I need to include the whole context. So here goes, I had a brief conversation with someone recently about some homeless people in my town. I said it was sad that homeless people huddled outside during the night in the middle of a Midwestern winter. The other person said, "It's their choice. People in this town have a lot of options. They would rather drink than stay in a shelter." I didn't know this person well enough nor did I have the time to have a conversation about the nature of alcoholism but it stuck in my head for days. What I wished this person understood was that it's not really a choice when, in your mind, you think one of the options is so horrific you couldn't survive it. For most of us, we think sleeping outside in the winter is something we wouldn't survive. Some of the alcoholic homeless will look for cans of beer in the trash and on the ground hoping to find a little alcohol left at the bottom of the container and they will drink it. Now, ask yourself this, what would you have to imagine in order to believe sleeping in the cold, in subzero temperatures while drinking someone else's backwash, is the more ideal choice? Take a minute. Maybe having your family murdered in front of you or being eaten alive by a horrible monster. It would have to be a pretty horrifying option I would think. Now imagine someone says, "Well, it was your choice!" Really? Was that really a choice? Now you may say, "a warm bed is hardly the same thing." But, in a way, it must be. What must those people be imagining would happen if they went one night without alcohol? They must truly believe it would be unbearable. In a way, they are sort of hallucinating. By that I mean they are clearly imagining a horror that is not real. The rest of us can see that one night in a warm bed versus sleeping in the cold cannot be as bad as they believe. But they believe it will be. And that hallucination/nightmare/false belief guides their behavior.
So, why am I telling you all this? Well, I started to think about why I eat off plan. What monster is my mind conjuring up that makes me believe I cannot survive another minute without a Butter Finger or box of Thin Mints or whatever? What do I think is going to happen? What must this monster look like that chronic migraines, arthritis pain, constipation, sleep apnea, depression, cancer, disability, fatigue, medication, surgery, and early death sounds like the better option? It can't possibly be real. It just can't.
I pictured the movies I've seen where someone is hallucinating and they're terrified and their friends are trying to convince them that what they think they're seeing isn't real. How much faith must you have in the people telling you it isn't real for you to walk into the face of what you believe to be a dangerous monster?
I went to my first AA meeting and never had the desire to drink again. I believed all those people in the room that the monster I thought would take me if I stopped drinking wasn't real. I put my faith in them because I couldn't see the truth for myself. It was the best thing I ever did.
I believe the people here when they tell me life will not be painful if I stay with the plan. I will not suffer. I will not go without. I will not spend my days pining for my old favorites. Like ETeSelle says, one day it just feels normal. There is no monster. It's not real.
So, the reason I took you down this really long rabbit hole is that is how I made it out of the store on Saturday. Everytime I saw a sample I wanted to pop into my mouth or a fatty treat I want to toss into my cart I just imagined it was my brain trying to convince myself a monster would harm me if I didn't eat/buy the treat. It was a hallucination telling me I needed these things. And each time I repeated, "It's not real. It's not real."
I bought what I came for and I left the store in peace.
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