My name is clairemarie and I am a carb addict. I don't remember when it all started. My desires were so subtle. I was able to resist the white stuff for months now. I turned them down without regret over and over. I was so confident in my new way of eating. I started working out with kettlebells. My mission to banish the fat blobs going according to plan. Then somehow I could not resist a tomato sandwich. Deep inside the taste sent me to heaven. Then several hours later I was in hell. My stomach hurt. I swore I would never eat the white stuff again. But I did. Over and over. Even dropped a pound in the midst of it all. I felt cockey and continued. Subs, pasta, ice cream, cake, cookies and more and more bread. Fasting days had come and gone. I shrugged it off saying I will make up for it another day. But, I didn't. Honestly I felt little guilt. And as I popped a can of full fledged soda last night I remembered weigh in day. I figured I would skip it chalk it up to a senior moment. This morning I did get on the scale and yes 2 pounds up. And they are real pounds not water retention.
I know some of you can eat what ever you want on feast days but I cannot. I do not feel guilty for eating that stuff I feel happy. But I am going to start working on eliminating the bad carbs again. I know it will be a day to day fight because it is nice to be happy. The kicker is that being fat does not make me feel happy. I have to accept that white carbs although they make me happy are lethal for me.
I know some of you can eat what ever you want on feast days but I cannot. I do not feel guilty for eating that stuff I feel happy. But I am going to start working on eliminating the bad carbs again. I know it will be a day to day fight because it is nice to be happy. The kicker is that being fat does not make me feel happy. I have to accept that white carbs although they make me happy are lethal for me.