Riddle me this: is it self-destructive to eat a pint of chocolate Haagendaz on the hottest day of the year, approximately 10 minutes before your period starts? Because a couple weeks ago, I found myself in just that spot. When I mentioned this at the program's goofy group therapy meeting, one of my cohorts gasped and said it was.
It's ice cream, not heroin. For God's sake, it's even got calcium in it.
In program news, I've lost weight and I'm definitely feeling better, but the program is still kicking my ass. This time around, change is happening so slowly, like the movement of tectonic plates. I'm a little more measured and a little less drink-the-Kool-Aid than my group therapy pal, which doesn't help me stick with the program. I find myself rolling my eyes quite a bit, and thinking, "Maybe I'm fine just the way I am." Who knew that
would be self-destructive? Self-acceptance: the thing that is keeping me from losing the last 15 pounds. Huh.
But there has been change, good change: I can now get through a spinning class without wanting to die, and I find myself making good food choices more often than not, although there is still quite a bit of wine in those choices.
But shit, it works for the French.