Just as i was finishing up making my dinner, daughter #2 called me. She was heading my way in about an hour to go to the fabric/craft store and asked if i wanted to meet her there and then have a late dinner and drink with her. Of course, i said yes. I hadn't eaten my dinner yet, and i figured that even if i ate late i could still fast for the 14 hours after (or at least for 12 if 14 proved too difficult the next morning). I was okay with this, and we had a fun visit. I had a grass-fed burger and 1 cocktail, and we split an order of sweet potato fries; i also drank a large glass of water: so-far-so-good. I headed home about 10, and on the short drive i was trying to decide how late i would delay my breakfast the next morning. I wasn't stressing about it, really just sort of curious; i still felt confident in control.
Then, i got home. And all of my plans basically went out the window! Looking back and trying to analyze what happened, i think it all boiled down to tiredness and maybe some degree of home being an environment tied to years of disordered eating and thinking.
Here's what went wrong:
- I am an extreme introvert and an extreme homebody, because of this i need to wind down after any social interaction and/or time spent outside of my home.
- When i am tired my legs ache. I discovered several years ago that taking magnesium before bed keeps this in check. I took the magnesium as soon as i got home, but my legs were too achy to go directly to bed for a while yet.
If i had been able to just go directly to bed things would have been fine, but instead i sat down for some mindless tv, my default mode to unwind. The problem with this was that the rest of that default mode for years has been mindless eating, and because i was tired, i didn't have the strength to resist.
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more importantly, what went right:
- I DID. NOT. BINGE! Even though i seemed unable to stop myself from eating, i made deliberate choices. I had a small piece of dark chocolate first, but after something sweet, i wanted something savory (always), so i toasted an English muffin with some cheese. I had some other little thing as well, but i can't recall what it was.
- I DID. NOT. GIVE UP! Although i didn't have an extended fast, i did get back to that week's scheduled eating window (10 hours) the following day.
It was a very emotional battle, and my emotional recovery was slow.
- On Friday i grazed rather than eating regular meals, and i didn't log anything, but i still made relatively healthy choices and stuck to my 10-hour window followed by 14-hour fast.
- Saturday & Sunday i was still feeling overwhelmed and didn't want to log anything, but i ate regular meals again.
Overall, i am proud of myself; i know i cannot be perfect, and trying to be so only leads to heartache and self-loathing. Decades of disordered eating and thinking about food will take a long time to undo, and maybe i never completely will. But i do believe that i can learn from my mistakes and make positive changes.