For those of you that don't know what a food binge is (and if there are any of you out there, I seriously need to meet you), it's when you plop yourself in front of the TV or on your bed or at the table grab a box of cookies, bag of chips, whole cake, bag of nuts (you get the picture) and eat until your just about to throw up, then you have a good poop and go for the box of cereal because that is obviously the better choice. Sounds pretty gross, now that I am writing it, but when you are in the middle of an all out binge, not thinking, just eating it actually feels pretty good. You don't have to deal with whatever pain inhibits you, you can just feel delectable chocolate prancing on your tongue as it awakens all the senses of your mouth and eventually makes its way down your moist throat until all of the sugars and salts come to life in your body.
Sounds great, doesn't it? Yup pretty darn good, up until your stomach decides it has stretched far enough for the moment and makes you feel like you are going to spew your cookies (literally) all over the place. Once you are handicapped by the bloat of your stomach, hands, feet, legs and arms, your brain decides to catch up. You know that feeling you have when your kid is crying in the school yard and you want to take them away but instead you go to work leaving them there to fend for themselves, you know that guilty feeling? Okay so after a binge, that's how your brain makes you feel. It tells you that you are the worst human being and you should know better than to stuff your face. It judges you and criticizes you and makes you feel completely inadequate. It bullies you to no ends, but you cannot escape it because you live with it, day in and day out. The funny thing about binges is that it makes you obsess about what you have eaten and how you are going to fix it. You try to fix it and then... BINGE! It's a very difficult cycle to break. But it CAN be broken.
To get back to where I was before I got off topic, this would have been one of those weeks. It would have been one of the weeks where I would have felt so out of control the only solution would have been a box of Kit Kats, Costco size! Did someone die? No! Did someone get sick? No! Did someone lose a job? No, nothing like that but I was in such a self pitying mood that I thought my world was crumbling, until I realized, IT WASN'T. No death, No sickness, No job loss, just a bit of a broken ego and a monthly visit. Hey, those month visits can be pretty traumatic, ask any woman!!!
My solution? Well first off, I decided to allow myself to wallow but that's it. I would continue my Superfood Nutritional Cleanse, without a hitch. This way when I was done my wallowing, I would still be happy and no need to start all over .... yet again. The funny thing is, I didn't even FEEL like binging. Nothing at all. Not one bit!!! Hmmm, something is to be said when you have the right nutrition in you, isn't there? Physically I felt great, even if my ego was crushing. The other thing I did, to lift my mood was seek help from my team members. They had no clue I was in a crusty mood. I just sent them a few texts, went to meet them and talk about anything but my broken ego. Funny thing about positive energy, it totally drives more positive energy and drove positivity right into me. By Thursday I was feeling a bit better, stayed on my Cleansing System and by Saturday I had just about forgotten about what I was upset about to begin with.
So as I jumped on the scale for the week (21 days down) and I was pleasantly surprised, no extremely ecstatic that the numbers went in a most positive direction, 14 pounds down in total! And yes I know, the scale doesn't matter and should only be a part of the equation, but my clothes were definitely looser and the total inches lost alone were impressive, 15 inches demolished!
I think the best part of all this, is the people I am helping along the way. The support I give, transpires onto my people and the people around them. I cannot wait to write their stories as well.
Jumping into week 4 with a glorious smile,
Until Next Week,
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