Out of hiding
I’ve been in hiding for the past couple of weeks. Honestly, it’s been due to mostly embarrassment because I fell off the wagon rather hard. I don’t know what kicked of my last “binge” but, it has been bad. I’ve eaten so much greasy stuff that I actually scared myself. I can’t remember the last time I felt so out of control but, it was bad. I’m talking burger-and-fries bad. I’m talking half-pint-at-a-time-ice-cream bad. I’m talking about one-workout-a-week bad.
The fact is that I know myself and I’m one of those cold-turkey people. Moderation is just not for me right now. If it’s in my face, I’ll probably eat it. It’s kind of like drugs, I imagine. I don’t believe an addict will say, “I’m cutting back so, I’m only going to smoke a little crack.”
My thing is that I have to get back to some sense of sanity so, it’s one day at a time for me, right now. Today is the first day. I had a sensible breakfast (oatmeal and bacon). I’ll get some fruits and vegetables in at lunch. For dinner, I’ll try to exercise some better judgement and, after that, hit the gym for some cardio.
Quite simply, it’s about time climb back on, once again. I have heard that the definition of success is getting back up one more time than you fell down. Let’s just say that I’ve had a lot of practice with both.