Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Ah, Gluttony...my favorite of the Seven Deadlies...unless you factor in how lovely it is to say Avarice, then I might have to change my mind. Any-hoo...
I was a freshman in High School when "Seven" came out in theaters & I loved me some Brad Pitt, so I went to see it. I was so blindingly terrified afterward that I crawled in bed with my mother that night to fend off the pound-of-flesh-carving, hooker-stabbing, force-feeding crazies that were surely lurking in our quiet little neighborhood.
I'm feeling blindingly terrified by gluttony again, but I don't think the solution is an awkward slumber party with my mama. This weekend I had a no-holds barred binge--on purpose. And it felt good. Until it didn't & then it felt bad. From Saturday morning at weigh-in to Monday morning, I gained 3 lbs.
The terror comes not from the gain, but from how easy it was to slip back into old habits & how simple & comfortable it felt to eat for entertainment. I was 100% relaxed not having to think about every bite I took. If ever I thought this was something I could master & check-off, I was wrong. Gluttony still knows how to find me & whisper sweet nothings in my ear.