Yes, day 4 did not go so well.
There is a time limit for me I think. When I hit the 9 hour mark at work, that's when I start to go a little jonesy. Cravings are especially intense if I have not had a proper break during the day.
A proper break allows one to completely separate from the demands of the work day. It includes food, rest, socializing, or reading or doing a bit of whatever helps the person feel like a person instead of an automaton. Back in the day, my breaks in good weather would often consist of unrolling my mat underneath a tree in the green space across the road from my building. There I would practice asana or meditation or simply sit and read. After my so-called promotion, days became too busy to separate from the duties. There is always an eight-ball pointed at my forehead. And the green space is no longer green but covered with condos. So..... if I eat throughout the day, the experience is more like "shovel & swallow" while I write notes, plan events, return phone calls or .... whatever.
So, around 7:00 last night I broke. The m&m's were calling me. Talking to me I say. & then supper was pizza .... glorious pizza.... and beer. *sigh*
My cravings are associated with negative emotions, of course. Sometimes my reasoning is that life sucks and there is no reason to be healthy. At least this is what I work through when I am resisting the urge to go through the drive-thru on the way home. Sometimes there is no reasoning at all... just a strong magnetic pull towards unhealthy foods similar to the moon's pull on the ocean's waves. There is no thinking until it's done. Then there is remorse, guilt, shame, that sinking feeling of failure ..... then more bad food. 'Cause Screw it. Damage has already been done.
The psychological reasons for my unhealthy appetite comprise a deep pile of dirty laundry that I am not going to air at this time. And, yeah I could blame my mother, my upbringing, the food companies, & whatever else. But at this point in my life, the blame sits with me. Only me.
So, I begin again.
There is a time limit for me I think. When I hit the 9 hour mark at work, that's when I start to go a little jonesy. Cravings are especially intense if I have not had a proper break during the day.
A proper break allows one to completely separate from the demands of the work day. It includes food, rest, socializing, or reading or doing a bit of whatever helps the person feel like a person instead of an automaton. Back in the day, my breaks in good weather would often consist of unrolling my mat underneath a tree in the green space across the road from my building. There I would practice asana or meditation or simply sit and read. After my so-called promotion, days became too busy to separate from the duties. There is always an eight-ball pointed at my forehead. And the green space is no longer green but covered with condos. So..... if I eat throughout the day, the experience is more like "shovel & swallow" while I write notes, plan events, return phone calls or .... whatever.
So, around 7:00 last night I broke. The m&m's were calling me. Talking to me I say. & then supper was pizza .... glorious pizza.... and beer. *sigh*
My cravings are associated with negative emotions, of course. Sometimes my reasoning is that life sucks and there is no reason to be healthy. At least this is what I work through when I am resisting the urge to go through the drive-thru on the way home. Sometimes there is no reasoning at all... just a strong magnetic pull towards unhealthy foods similar to the moon's pull on the ocean's waves. There is no thinking until it's done. Then there is remorse, guilt, shame, that sinking feeling of failure ..... then more bad food. 'Cause Screw it. Damage has already been done.
The psychological reasons for my unhealthy appetite comprise a deep pile of dirty laundry that I am not going to air at this time. And, yeah I could blame my mother, my upbringing, the food companies, & whatever else. But at this point in my life, the blame sits with me. Only me.
So, I begin again.
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