Last night I had a bit of an emotional breakdown. Mitch had his last wrestling tournament in
Ririe that started at 5:30, so we had an early dinner and made it over to
Ririe in time for the
long tournament. They were selling concessions which I broke down and bought some treats for the kids. I didn't eat any of the treats as I am trying to lose weight and so I was "good" and didn't eat anything. When we got home it was 9:30 at night and everyone was starving. So Reid made the kids their favorite treat an eggnog. It's mostly a milkshake with lots of sugar, milk and crushed ice with a touch of egg. They always ask him to make it for them. I was also very hungry but had used up all my points and so knew I couldn't eat anything.
I felt incredibly depressed. I have been doing weight watchers since the end of August and have been pretty successful even though the weight is coming off ever so slowly. I feel that 1 lb or less a week is very slow. The first month I lost it a lot faster but since then it has been a very slow rate. I know in my mind that I am doing this the right way and that I am not doing some kind of "extreme" diet and so it is healthy to lose it so slowly and that by doing it like this hopefully I will be able to keep it off better. But emotionally I feel very frustrated by the numbers on the scale.
The reason for the emotional breakdown is this, I miss my friend "comfort food". Food has always been there for me. I could always count on it to taste good, and to make me feel better. It has been there for every celebration in life, it is there when I am lonely, sad, happy or any other emotion. I have had to put this kind of eating aside for the greater good in life. I want to be healthy, I want to feel comfortable in my own skin. I don't care if I am super skinny, I am past that point in my life. But I do want to be able to put on a pair of jeans and not worry that I look terrible and have to hurry and find a big shirt to cover up my big butt and belly. I don't want to be embarrassed when I run into an old friend from High School and worry that they are thinking "man she has really packed on the pounds." But mostly I want to have energy and feel good while I raise my 4 beautiful children.
This is the reason for the breakdown, last night I wanted to come home and eat some cookies, or ice cream or whatever else sounded good and not worry about it. But I have to give it up (at least in excess) so that I can have a better future. Now one of the reasons I chose to do weight watchers is because you can still eat treats in moderation as long as you stay within your daily points allowance. So I know that I can still have some every so often, but last night I felt sad that I no longer can have all I want of it. I know that doing this will be very worth it in the long run and for this reason i am not giving up. Wish me luck over this Thanksgiving Holiday.