The calorie train did not come to a halt on Jan. 1, when I thought it would. Instead, I rang in the New Year with a pint of Ben & Jerry's Mint Chocolate Cookie. It was delicious.
Yes, I know what you are thinking. What about my breakup with sugar?
Well, we are still officially broken up, but lets just say that I had a "friends with benefits" moment over the holidays. I went home to Michigan feeling great. I was fitting into my old clothes, even bought myself some new clothes in smaller sizes than what I was wearing four months ago. Tyler and I landed at DTW around 1:30am on a Thursday only to find out that our three checked bags were not in Detroit. They were in Dallas, Chicago and Fort Lauderdale. I had some choice words for American Airlines.
It wasn't until 3am when we finally left the airport, only to be driven home by my poor Dad who had to work 4 hours later. Our bags came the following day, but by then, I was already on a massive carb kick. I'm a textbook emotional eater and when something stressful happens, I reach for food. I've been able to curb that at home in SF somehow, but when out of my element, I revert back to old habits.
But instead of spiraling into a cyle of self-hatred (progress!), I decided to embrace my gluttony and for the next eight days, ate pretty much whatever I wanted. Pizza, brownies (in moderation), chocolate chip pumpkin bread (not in moderation) and lots of wine. I came home feeling weighed down and ready to get back to my healthy routine.
But here I am, on Jan. 4, still not pumped to be healthy again. I struggled through my yoga class last night, almost leaving at one point. I am trying to eat well, but realize that too much of anything isn't the best idea. Even oatmeal and quinoa, in copious amounts can add to your waistline, says my Weight Watchers scale.
I am dealing with a "friends with benefits" (FWB) relationship with sugar and carbs and, well, bad food in general. Just like relationships with exes, a FWB arrangement never works. So I'm forced to bid adieu to sugar once again.
There was a reason we broke up the first time. I need to remember that.