Why does food comfort me?

See that bowl of cherries over there? they ain't mine.. When life kicks you in the mouth once you've gained some momentum down that hill and your legs are not doing the propelling any more I dare you to try and stop without injuring yourself. In this case that fat kid peeked out from the dark corner and snatched up some crap food and basked in the stresses of life if only for an evening it still amazes me how easily it can happen and when it does that "I just don't give a damn" attitude comes out because the curve ball came just a little too fast, perhaps this is the life of a fat guy getting thin. Nothing irks me more than the after party part of some bad choices because it seems so easy once its done and over with and the bottom of the hill is coming up fast and the ground is leveling out a bit, but its too late at that point and the only thing that can be done is to get back into the right way to do it mode.

Confused yet? let me splain as much as I am gonna Lucy, apparently when the shit hits that proverbial fan and a huge plate of stress enters stage left this ol boy starts grabbin for the Doritos. Regular every day stress doesn't get me, Bills pilin up? hand me that banana, Car broke down? hmmm I think a salad for dinner sounds good, That old back injury actin up and keepin me from the gym? lets grill some up some fish! What I speak of is not for the blog but effects it just the same because I don't believe in un-truths otherwise I could merely just post about how great my intake was and pretend to not understand a gain or a no loss Friday weigh in. With that I've already said too much because no one reads this blog to hear about what I didn't do where my health and fitness is concerned so let me get to what I have done to remedy the Tuesday that I had.

Monday I had a great day, stayed within my calories and got to the gym albeit later than usual then yesterday I went over on my calories about...lets just say that I was well over but I did get 3 gallons of fluid into my body before I went to bed last night. This morning upon waking up and having a conversation with myself that ended up with a "Fuck you you fuckin fuck, do what you need to and stop with the stuffing of the pie-hole" I decided that it would be another 3 gallon day and as of right this second I am 2 gallons down so getting to that 3 will be an easy task. Breakfast went down, my pre gym snack went down, and my post gym Whey protein shake is down the hatch as well but I made the decision that I would post before I ate any kind of lunch so here I am. I left for the gym after dropping the kiddo off at school and I did 27 minutes on the stationary bike including a 1 minute cool down, after that I went over and lifted weights working my shoulders and back. When I was finished with the weights I headed over to a treadmill and did my grade program, long story short I was at the gym for an hour and forty five minutes and have to admit that I feel like awesomeness in a bag right now.

Busting my arse for the rest of the week is what I can do to help push the scale back towards where I was last friday but between my Sunday and yesterday I am not expecting much good news on the scale this week. I have been wrong before where my Friday weight is concerned in the past so who knows! Why does food comfort me? What is it about eating that seems to distract so many of us from situations that include stress? this is an answer that I need to find. Though I handle 95% of the stress that comes my way without the reckless abandon that was used last night there is that 5% of the time where its enough that I make the wrong decision with some comfort foods. I suppose the fact that I am down 211 pounds has to speak for something as far as my slips go because to lose 211 pounds slips or no slips I have changed my life and the way I live it for sure.

Thats all I got for today, check in tomorrow to see where the rest of my day brought me.

As Ever
Me