I've avoided doing this post, as I've avoided many things... But, perhaps today it's time to get back on the wagon.
To continue the analogy just a smidge further... the good news is that not every wheel has fallen off the wagon. As this blog is called "Four Vices," and as most wagons have four wheels, I am happy to report that only one of the wheels has fallen off.
Food. (Not surprising.)
I have managed to not smoke pot, still, since January 1. I have managed to keep my gambling in check (just playing in my Saturday night poker game and one small trip to Vegas with friends, a very functional trip, if I do say so myself), and I've managed to keep my sex life under control (and, as promised, I will not mention much more about that!). So that's the good news.
The bad news is, I couldn't keep the lid on my eating, and reverted to many many many bad habits. And once I started down that road, it became increasingly difficult to get out of the rut.
There were a whole slew of triggers that helped to push me over the edge, a combination of internal struggles (frustration with a short plateau, a lack of faith in my ability to keep things going), and lots of external temptations (I never knew I liked In and Out Burgers, the realization that a Caesar salad has no nutritional value, chocolate is delicious).
And so why this morning? Why not yesterday morning? And why not tomorrow morning instead? I don't know the answer to that. I have been doing the deal-making in my head for about a week now, wanting to start this, but also unable to do it.
One of my old habits, a small bit of obsessive compulsive disorder, I think, is my ability to have something one day, enjoy it so much that I will want to have it every day... So about four weeks ago I was sooo tired that I wanted a coffee. But I didn't have just any coffee, nope, I had a large mocha latte from The Coffee Bean. And I washed that down with a piece of coffee cake. And wouldn't you know it, I had another the following day. And the day after that... And on and on.
This morning, though, today, I told my boss I'd get to work at 8:00 a.m. rather than 9:00 a.m. And somehow, with the hour less of sleep, the deal I made with myself was to skip the coffee and go straight to the office. I decided to have a banana at the office rather than the coffee. And I've decided that this one right decision can lead to another right decision. And another... And (hopefully) another...
So we'll see. Today and tomorrow are going to be tough days no matter how you slice it, because I am working not one, not two, but three different jobs. I'm with boss #1 from 8:00 a.m. to 1:00 p.m. Boss #2 from 2:00 p.m. to 6:00 p.m. And house managing a show at the Coronet from 6:30 p.m. to 10:00 p.m. All back-to-back.
But, I think I have a plan. Banana, apple, water, vitamin for breakfast. Soup for lunch. And Chipotle (no cheese!) for dinner. I think I can pull it off.
So that's it. I'm not going to beat myself up too much about what's happened, but rather just brush myself off, learn from the mistakes of the past few weeks, and move forward.
As for the physical set-back I've suffered, well... I'll take a picture tomorrow (the batteries were dead on the camera this morning). I'm pretty sure I've put on about 12 pounds from where I was when I stopped tracking. I'll do a weigh-in tomorrow morning too. And moving forward, I'm going to track my weight not only from the 287 that I was at when I started back in January, but also from wherever I end up tomorrow morning.
Wish me luck in Phase 2! Thanks for reading!