Careening Car

Out of Control.  I’ve lost control.  “She lacks self-control.”  No willpower, that one!  If only I could control my eating!

All easy accusations to make – whether from yourself or from others – when you walk through the gateway to a binge.  I think Al Roker calls it the “zone.”

The way I look at it: that on-a-binge, eating-until-you’re-sick-to-your-stomach, eating-more-than-you-can-stand, having-the-box-of-cereal-rather-than-the-piece-of-cake behavior is NOT! Out. Of. Control.

Isn’t it, in fact, absolute control?

It isn’t – whoa, what’s happening here, why am I doing this land.  ‘Cause baby if I don’t know why I’m doing it, who does.  Nope.  You are saying to yourself.  Dammit.  I can eat what I want.  Yes, I feel stuffed beyond all stuffedness.  But, that feels familiar.  And, I like (hate) it.  But, it ain’t out of control.

You are doing exactly what you want to do.  That step into the gateway, oh god – how freeing that feels.  I can do it.  I can eat anything I want.  I will stop after I have that (fill in the blanks).  I am in complete control!  You know what I’m talking about.  I’m sure of it.   It’s when you keep eating that single serving  of Häagen Dazs® (you know: the pint) and your tongue gets so frozen you can’t really taste it anymore.  But, you are determined to finish it.  You’re already thinking of the next food before you’ve even completed your single serving: likely something salty to counter-balance the sweet.

Been there, done that, right? All too familiar.  I’d probably even have laughed about it,  if it weren’t so damn sad.  No matter how successful you are in your weight journey, that behavior is not so far off that you can’t slip into it again.  ‘Cause YOU’VE GOT CONTROL!!

Just saying…

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