I lost track of my tracker-tracky diet log.
Bahh.. No idea what day I'm on and Im so far off course that it doesn't matter.
The previous post foretold correctly.
When the bulimic mood - Is it a mood? It comes like a mood, like a tidal wave - sets in, I know it right away. It is there as soon as I'm home alone. The door closes behind him and I scamper off to the kitchen for a "snack" but find myself throwing together a terrible batch of cookies or pancakes or something I know I can easily purge.
I hate it. I hate my lack of self-control.
I've got to hang in there..
With a diet, the worst thing is to give-up when you mess-up.
At least I'm better than that.
I am revising my "phase 1" regimen.
Obsessing over food and the calories in it really seems to make me munchier from thinking about it so much.
Phase 1 needs to be a retraining of thought patterns, a kiddie pool for new habits. It should focus less on counting calories and more on portion size, frequency and quality.