Mrs Smug From Smugsville

So, I’ve been staring at a blank page for ages trying to think of a way to tell you that I managed to stick to my guns and emerge from holiday with my food sobriety intact, it’s just that every which way I try makes me sound like Mrs Smug from Smugsville. Fact is, I did it! It seems that miracles do happen, and despite the best efforts of an army of chefs I’m still motoring and I’ve managed to come out the other end 59 days food sober.

And, I weigh less than I did when we set off.  I mean don’t get overexcited because we’re only talking one quarter of one pound but hey, any hole’s a goal, right?

When I got home I somehow resisted the temptation to run in the front door and hotfoot it upstairs for an immediate confrontation with the Shitbird Scale, because looking at my puffy post-flight waterlogged ankles I didn’t want to give the Asshole voice any leverage to start fucking with my head…I can pretty much predict the script, you know? Ah look, you’ve gained weight even though you’ve deprived yourself for a whole week…it just wasn’t worth it. Go buy a Daim cake immediately and knickers to the diet…

I managed to hold off stepping on until yesterday, and I can’t even begin to tell you how strong that makes me feel. It means that I’m not reliant on the scale to validate my success, you know? I knew on the inside that I’d pulled it off and really that’s all that mattered. I hoped that Shitbird Scale would acknowledge my hard work but I was happy to wait until my body had gotten over the journey before checking in.

God of Pain invited me to hop on his scale when I went for a double session of torture last night because he insists his is the official number, and his scale declared a two pounds loss. Now, if you remember his scale also said I’d gained a pound just before I went which I really hadn’t. But whatever, all things being equal I’ve still emerged a cock-hair skinnier from a holiday which may well have spelled dieting disaster and I’ll take that thank you very much 🙂

There were moments during the trip where it was really tough. One bar on the ship in particular served tapas-style nibbles whenever you ordered drinks, and I had to ask my friend to move the plate out of sight. She looked at me like I’d lost the plot and I was reminded once again that the way a food addict looks at the world is different to normal people, you know? My friend was happy to sit there and chat with a plate of breaded cheese wheels and bite-size frittata and quiche and meatballs right under her nose, where for me, conversation turned into white noise and the plate became my sole focus. The need to reach out and take one after another until they were gone was overwhelming.

And I get it – anyone who’s lucky enough not to have experienced the sheer power of food cravings in that way could never even hope to understand…there’s little wonder my friend regarded my request to hide the plate as a bit weird. But I’m proud of the way in which I managed it, in the moment. It meant I ate one or two, but I didn’t vaporise them all. And at the end of the day, after years of friendship it probably doesn’t come as breaking news that I’m a bit weird.

Anyway, onwards…it’s good to be home. My food plan is nailed on, and my exercise is on track…the next hurdle to navigate is my bi-annual girly weekend which is happening next week. A long weekend of gossip and laughter fuelled by prosecco and gin.

Bring it on, I can’t wait. I’ve totally got this 🙂

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12 thoughts on “Mrs Smug From Smugsville

  1. Way to go lady! You achieved something not easy. I listened to a podcast yesterday where they talked about making choices without feeling resentment. I found that really interesting. Last week my office brought in pizza for lunch – a lot of it like 15 pizzas. I managed to call the restaurant and sneak in a grilled chicken salad onto the order. Great move – yes! But I felt really badly about it all day – like why can’t I just be a normal person and have pizza? This losing weight thing sucks. And my pity party lasted a few hours. I didn’t have the pizza and I did have a loss last week. But I still had resentment.

    Welcome home – I’m off to Zumba! Congrats again!

    1. Thanks Beth! I utterly understand the resentment thing!! Sometimes I feel that way too, although looking back I’m so glad I took a few ‘in the moment’ hits and can look back knowing I did it. I’d still like to be a size zero with a metabolism faster than Ussain Bolt though, just imagine the possibilities 🙂

  2. You only faced temptation one time? You done good girl! I suspect it had to be way more than once. You found your inner strength! Nothing smug about that.

    Glad you had a good time and that you didn’t come back with extra poundage. I also think your right that people with “normal” relationships with food don’t get us and our screwed up relationship with food. I do well here at home most all of the time but not so good when I get off my normal routine. I really admire how you are able to travel, do vacations, and girl get togethers and keep it together. Welcome back I missed you while you were gone:)

    1. Thanks Susan, yes there were a handful more but that’s the only one that really bit me, you know? It’s good to be home, and I’m so happy that I can look back and say I did it! 🙂

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