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For a noob, I sure do post a lot of threads. 
Not sure if this is the right section for it, but it relates to emotions ABOUT eating. A bit is more fit for the addiction forum, but it is all related. Feel free to mod me if I am wrong 
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I just thought I would share what started happening to me the first time I was on Atkins, and one of the reasons I started to give up on it. This is what I really really want to not have happen again, and don't want anyone else to fall into what I did.
After I was on maintenence, I was doing absolutely fine. In most respects. I looked great, and I felt great. But I started to develop a weird relationship with my body-- While I was still losing weight I started keeping graphs of my weight in Excel. Every morning, after the toilet, naked, I would weigh myself and enter it. I would posts my graphs around my house as motivators.
As I got near my goal weight I started weighing myself 3 times a day if possible, and entering those fluxuations as well. I justified this as being 'scientifically aware of my body.' My friends all thought I was nuts, but I said this was the only way. After I reached my goal weight it got worse--I would go out drinking with friends, all the while drinking Diet Coke and Whiskey, and would make sure wherever we went I left emergency munchie food. My friends, naturally lithe, would order pizza. While I was still losing weight I could handle this.
Finally someone would tell me 'look, you are maintaining, you excercise, eat a peice of pizza' and I would take a peice and go to the bathroom and stare at it an sob. My friends were alarmed at my behavior but let it go. Hey, at least I was thin and happy. As I continued to maintain, I started using my weight to justify cocaine use ('well, it keeps me from wanting pizza') or drinking to the point of vomiting ('alcohol slows your metabolism, so I should just get it out') I know it is all backwards logic, but I was thing, and at the time that is all that mattered. This is why I am keeping my goal weight this time around more reasonable for my body, obsessing about those final pounds destroyed me.
Yes, I have quit doing drugs, although I do enjoy a moderate drink once in a while (not now though, induction, again...)
Basically, I don't want anyone else to feel shame if they slip up. Excercise restraint, but if something happens, like a peice of pizza, don't beat yourself down to the point of obessesion and self-loathing, and of course, don't eat the whole pizza. This time around, I am instilling in myself that you eat to live, it isn't a boyfriend or a friend.
I don't know if anyone else here can relate in any way, but I thought I would throw it out on the table.
Not sure if this is the right section for it, but it relates to emotions ABOUT eating. A bit is more fit for the addiction forum, but it is all related. Feel free to mod me if I am wrong .I just thought I would share what started happening to me the first time I was on Atkins, and one of the reasons I started to give up on it. This is what I really really want to not have happen again, and don't want anyone else to fall into what I did.
After I was on maintenence, I was doing absolutely fine. In most respects. I looked great, and I felt great. But I started to develop a weird relationship with my body-- While I was still losing weight I started keeping graphs of my weight in Excel. Every morning, after the toilet, naked, I would weigh myself and enter it. I would posts my graphs around my house as motivators.
As I got near my goal weight I started weighing myself 3 times a day if possible, and entering those fluxuations as well. I justified this as being 'scientifically aware of my body.' My friends all thought I was nuts, but I said this was the only way. After I reached my goal weight it got worse--I would go out drinking with friends, all the while drinking Diet Coke and Whiskey, and would make sure wherever we went I left emergency munchie food. My friends, naturally lithe, would order pizza. While I was still losing weight I could handle this.
Finally someone would tell me 'look, you are maintaining, you excercise, eat a peice of pizza' and I would take a peice and go to the bathroom and stare at it an sob. My friends were alarmed at my behavior but let it go. Hey, at least I was thin and happy. As I continued to maintain, I started using my weight to justify cocaine use ('well, it keeps me from wanting pizza') or drinking to the point of vomiting ('alcohol slows your metabolism, so I should just get it out') I know it is all backwards logic, but I was thing, and at the time that is all that mattered. This is why I am keeping my goal weight this time around more reasonable for my body, obsessing about those final pounds destroyed me.
Yes, I have quit doing drugs, although I do enjoy a moderate drink once in a while (not now though, induction, again...)
Basically, I don't want anyone else to feel shame if they slip up. Excercise restraint, but if something happens, like a peice of pizza, don't beat yourself down to the point of obessesion and self-loathing, and of course, don't eat the whole pizza. This time around, I am instilling in myself that you eat to live, it isn't a boyfriend or a friend.
I don't know if anyone else here can relate in any way, but I thought I would throw it out on the table.
This was so very brave of you.
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