For one, I've been experimenting with eating "moderate" amounts of junky food. And sure, it is fine to have just a little bit, but I do realize more and more that when I eat "clean" I do have way fewer cravings. Almost zero cravings, in fact.
Part of the reason I realize this about clean eating is that I got it into my head the other day I needed to start eating alkaline, to clean out my system, to do a fast (no food, just water for a couple days) and that to build up to a fast, I would do a pre-fast as I had seen recommended somewhere (a pre-fast means just eating whole, fresh, raw fruits and veg and drinking water). So on Thursday I tried to do a fast, but had taken some apples with me to work just in case I didn't make it and needed to do the pre-fast.
I made it to the end of the work-day, no major hunger (some slight hunger urges, nothing major or debilitating). I felt a little tired (occasional yawning) but great overall and barely thought about food throughout the day. On the way home from work, around 4PM I *really* had the feeling I needed to eat though, so I ate one of the apples I had with me. When I got home I made a salad and then ate another apple.
Then I went to my therapy, and after therapy I thought "You know, I'm downtown, I'm going to go get some sushi, since I've eaten so little today and I am a little hungry." Also, to be quite honest some emotional stuff had come out during therapy (which was great!) but it did make me want to self-comfort a bit with food. The sushi place was packed, so I went into a creperie restaurant and ordered the vegetarian deluxe, which on the whole was a good choice though it had two kinds of cheese in it.
I got home, watched some TV with my roomie, and on the way back to my room to go to bed I suddenly couldn't eat enough. I had stopped in the kitchen just to get some water but ended up eating a cup of mac and cheese from the fridge, some hummus, some almond butter and crackers and sugary berry lemonade. This wasn't the binge I was referring to above, but it did give me a clue that not eating early in the day tends to have a REALLY bad affect on me by the end of the day. I probably am not anywhere near the emotional, psychological, physical levels of strength I need to be at to do a fast for even one day.
Can I do a fast? Sure! One day I could. Just like one day after years of getting fit maybe I could manage running a marathon, but it's sure as hell not going to happen tomorrow. I'm just not there. Sometimes I get it into my head that I need to be a *perfect* eater, but I just need to be a *sane* eater, really. Sanity is the goal currently. Sanity, sanity G.K., sanity.
Anyway, the next day I had been having a good food day, but was going to be going out to karaoke that night with friends and thought I'd probably just eat my dinner there at the bar (bar food! always so nutritious). But after work, I was famished and decided to go ahead and eat my dinner before the outing. Not only did I decide to go ahead and eat dinner (would would have been a great choice normally, to eat before the bar so as to avoid the unhealthy bar food) but what I chose was a BUFFET. The Japanese buffet. I ate two big plates (their plates are huge, btw). I was stuffed and feeling literally sick and tired when I left.
That night after the bar I picked up fast food from Sonic on my way home to really finish off the day. My mindset was that I had already ruined the day so I might as well indulge in anything else bad I wanted to get out of the way. I was already overly full from bingeing earlier, but got mozzarella sticks, a bacon/egg sandwich, and french toast sticks and sugar soda from Sonic anyway. So it was not just overeating, it was an out and out binge. Almost like two binges really.
So all day the next day (which was Saturday) I felt really down on myself. I was doing some majorly negative self-talk. After work on Saturday I went to the gym, sat in the sauna before stretching and doing my workout, and while in the sauna I cried a little and had this realization:
I have never felt this low about bingeing before. It was always so normal before. I just accepted it. I didn't really care, or at least I was numbed to the point of not realizing I cared. So the reason I was so sad/mad at myself this time was just because I had BEEN DOING SO WELL. I had been doing so much better with food than I ever had at any other time in my life. So the fall was bigger. It was harder. It was so much worse-seeming in relation to where I had been.
This realization did make me feel somewhat better. I'm okay. I'm taking day by day. I realize I need more support in my recovery. I need to know more people and also just to reach out to the people I do already know in O.A. It's hard for me to reach out. I wish people would reach out to me, but I also know that I need to build the "muscle" of being able to be the one reaching. I need to learn how to be the one asking for help.
I am improving. I am recovering. If a student got mostly A's and B's, with a couple of C's and one D and F would you tell them that they failed because of that D and F? Of course not. That does not equal failure. It just means I'm not perfect, and that I'm still learning how best to be free of my addiction, which happens to be a really f'ing difficult addiction to kick!
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