Food Troubles
I love food, especially gourmet dishes (which, well, I can't admit to ever having known how to cook for myself, but I'll sure shell out some money for a good meal). I'm having a hard time lately, gorging on large portions and doing a lot of evening eating in front of the TV or computer.
For some reason -- not sure why -- I only struggle with eating when I'm in relationships. When I'm single, I naturally stay slimmer without thinking about it, and I don't seem to have these problems (that's not to say I'd EVER give up the happiness I have with Tim now to go back there again).
The holidays are especially trying, however. I've so far put on five pounds in the past few weeks! I'm depressed whenever I pass a Victoria's Secret shop in the mall. I don't dare stick so much as my left toe inside the storefront. I'm ashamed and embarrassed, feeling like a lesser version of who I was just six months ago. It's definitely not doing wonders for the self-esteem, or at least body confidence.
This is not who I want to be, hiding in oversized tee-shirts or sweaters. And I refuse to buy larger sizes of jeans.
I maintain a regular schedule of working out with a personal trainer, and I don't mind being active, but it's the food intake that's got to change -- if I'm ever to have any success. It feels nearly impossible for me to forego a frothy latte or cup of eggnog or cocoa and choose, say a relatively bland (in comparison) cup of tea, especially during the holidays. All I seem to want are comfort foods. I also think much of it is emotionally-based eating, even though while I'm doing it, I'm not sure what feelings brought me to that point, except maybe boredom. I'm fairly calm and happy lately, so why do I keep eating when I know I'm already full!?
I know my weight gain also comes from hitting the restaurants a lot or ordering in pizza and wings and eating more than my share, due to the busy schedules Tim and I keep (school, work, military duties and time spent at appointments and running household errands). We frequently play the "wouldn't it just be easier to order for pick-up or delivery" card.
I know too that I don't drink enough water, and that could be part of the problem. Often, I won't have more than a pint of water for three to four days, just vats of coffee in the hopes of invigorating my tired self for work.
The only veggies I even eat are the occasional banana, guacamole (on a burger, or with chips) or caesar salad. Yes, my diet is pretty pitiful, I think. When I discovered it hurt to button my largest pair of pants, size 10 brown corduroy, that solidified it for me. Beginning tonight, I am going to fight against my tendencies to nosh off and on before and after dinner and to eat large portions at dinner.
For some reason -- not sure why -- I only struggle with eating when I'm in relationships. When I'm single, I naturally stay slimmer without thinking about it, and I don't seem to have these problems (that's not to say I'd EVER give up the happiness I have with Tim now to go back there again).
The holidays are especially trying, however. I've so far put on five pounds in the past few weeks! I'm depressed whenever I pass a Victoria's Secret shop in the mall. I don't dare stick so much as my left toe inside the storefront. I'm ashamed and embarrassed, feeling like a lesser version of who I was just six months ago. It's definitely not doing wonders for the self-esteem, or at least body confidence.
This is not who I want to be, hiding in oversized tee-shirts or sweaters. And I refuse to buy larger sizes of jeans.
I maintain a regular schedule of working out with a personal trainer, and I don't mind being active, but it's the food intake that's got to change -- if I'm ever to have any success. It feels nearly impossible for me to forego a frothy latte or cup of eggnog or cocoa and choose, say a relatively bland (in comparison) cup of tea, especially during the holidays. All I seem to want are comfort foods. I also think much of it is emotionally-based eating, even though while I'm doing it, I'm not sure what feelings brought me to that point, except maybe boredom. I'm fairly calm and happy lately, so why do I keep eating when I know I'm already full!?
I know my weight gain also comes from hitting the restaurants a lot or ordering in pizza and wings and eating more than my share, due to the busy schedules Tim and I keep (school, work, military duties and time spent at appointments and running household errands). We frequently play the "wouldn't it just be easier to order for pick-up or delivery" card.
I know too that I don't drink enough water, and that could be part of the problem. Often, I won't have more than a pint of water for three to four days, just vats of coffee in the hopes of invigorating my tired self for work.
The only veggies I even eat are the occasional banana, guacamole (on a burger, or with chips) or caesar salad. Yes, my diet is pretty pitiful, I think. When I discovered it hurt to button my largest pair of pants, size 10 brown corduroy, that solidified it for me. Beginning tonight, I am going to fight against my tendencies to nosh off and on before and after dinner and to eat large portions at dinner.