Spent the weekend with a houseful of people and pets, thanks to our alma mater's collegiate choir being in town on their spring break tour. Entertaining company is always a challenge for me when I'm trying to lose weight. Or maintain. Or any time that involves eating, which is all of my life, as I tend to eat on a daily basis. I have the best of intentions, but once there is Mama Mimi's pizza fresh out of the oven or breakfast casserole likewise fresh, well, the intentions that were so black and white suddenly fade to gray.
One more piece of pizza won't hurt, I tell myself. Then it's another. And another. Suddenly, I've had five over the course of the entire evening. Why do I do that? I don't know. I wish I could figure it out.
I hate it when other people are eating things I enjoy and I can't eat them, too. I feel punished. It feels unfair.
I can't stand knowing there is are special foods in the house. I cannot stop thinking about them until they are gone. I become completely obsessed.
Here's the weird thing. We gave up sweets for lent. So the cookies were not even a temptation. Why not? I don't know.
This is what I know, and what I don't know. The difficult truth is that this eating thing continue to be a mystery to me, despite so many, many things that should make it not a mystery. I will think more about it tomorrow. Tonight, I am spent.