Like most clients, I have the ability to rationalize food at pretty much any time. My flowers bloomed - let's make brownies! My car had its 10 year birthday - did someone say margaritas? Yes, life is an ongoing reason to eat. At least, it is when I have slipped into the dark ditch of denial.
I find that if I go too long feeling good about my body or size, old habits start to stop by and say hello. Like a former lover who shows up right when you've hit your stride with a new one. They don't really want you - they just don't want you to not want them.
I've gotten to a point where I clearly know that dead relationships are better off staying dead. However, when it comes to food - I'm still learning.
I forget that old habits will get me old results. I allow myself to have an indulgence and that indulgence leads to INDULGENCE and before you know it, I'm back in my fat jeans. Nothing screams "get a life" like a mother of two squeezed into too tight low-rise jeans.
So now, I'm working on realizing I'm in denial before I get too far into denial. You know, stop the behaviors that lead me to a world of muffin tops and camel toes.
This ribeye with a bacon butter pimento cheese is a sure sign denial is trying to get me. I intended on ordering fish but a last second urge took over and I ordered this piece of fatty flesh - rare of course.
Even after I ordered it, I groaned to my family that I had just ordered the WORST thing on the menu. The problem is that I ate it anyway.
The good news is I was aware of the mind blowingly stupid decision to order this dish, which lets just be honest, was a heart attack on a plate. The bad news is, I ate it anyway.
And now, like a form of punishment, I'm confessing to all of you. Why? Because putting it out there publicly knowing you will read this helps me stay accountable. Just like what people pay me to do for them.
For past and current clients, I hope my honesty about my own food struggles does not deter you. Rather I hope that you see that I work just as hard on my body as you are working on yours. And, I hope you see that the same tools I suggest for you, I use as well. And I hope the next time some fleshy, fat fueled temptress calls your name you will remember to order the fish!