It would have been really easy to leave the Beach Saturday night. I’m currently following the South Beach Diet, Phase II. But Saturday night I didn’t care.
I ran 10 miles Saturday morning. I was ravenous for the rest of the day even though I was eating good, clean stuff and an appropriate amount of calories. So I was already set up for a binge. Hubs and I had a miscommunication and I thought I was invited to an outing he’d planned with my nephew. By the time I learned it was a guy’s night out, it was too late for me to make plans for myself. I had a good sulk for about an hour. It wasn’t that I wanted to go where they were going. I really didn’t. Scout’s honor. I just wanted to do something other than stay home alone on a Saturday night.
After hubs left the house I started thinking about the non-beach dinner I could have. Did I want to drive to McDonalds or Taco Bell? Both are close by. Or perhaps I should go to the store and pick up a pizza…and some chips and dip. There would be no one at home to judge how much I was eating. It would be just like old times.
Then I came to my senses. I didn’t lose 78 pounds by giving in to cravings or stuffing down my feelings. I lost the weight (and am continuing to lose weight) because I eat clean regardless of the circumstances. And I deal with my emotional and spiritual “stuff” whether or not I want to.
I decided to enjoy a rare evening alone. After all, I’m usually going at break-neck speed and I often find myself wishing I had more down time.
I fixed myself a fantastic Beach-friendly dinner and enjoyed my gift of solitude.