My Dirty Little Secret
Friday, March 20, 2009
We all have them. Sometimes we discuss them, much of the time we do not. And sometimes, like today for me, we have this eureka moment and realize it exists at all. The dirty little secret I am talking about is nighttime eating. It's not that I haven't always realized and even acknowledged that it is an issue, because I have. But it has been hidden for these past very successful months by the habit I have gotten into of walking upstairs with DS at 7:30-8:00 every night to do the shower/teeth/read/go to bed routine, and never coming back downstairs to where the food is. I've been going to bed early mostly because I've been getting up so early to exercise, which could cause this misleading statement: It's all good.
But it is not. Because on those rare nights when I do descend those stairs again, rare is the occasion that I do not eat, eat, eat. I eat stuff I shouldn't, in quantities I shouldn't, and worse, that I really don't want or need. This eating, it's manic. The best thing I can compare it to is the Friday afternoon eating that was occurring a while back, which I have managed to quell with a combination approach of keeping busy, saving up some calories and just having it in the forefront of my mind.
By just going upstairs and not coming back down, I am avoiding the problem, but I am not solving it, and I need to solve it. I am looking forward to Tracy's April "get rid of it challenge," and this will be what I get rid of.
There, it's out, it's my "dirty little secret." I feel better already!