A Strategy for Christmas Parties (GdeE)

Oops, I forgot to post last Saturday.  Not because I'd had a massive blowout and was ashamed, just because I couldn't think of anything to completely cut out until Christmas.

Since last weekend though I have had blowouts and I blame that horrid guy in the red suit.  Usually described as fat and jolly, he will stop at nothing to make me fat and grumpy.

Since 13 Nov I have had no dip, since 20 Nov I have had no sugary drinks and since 27 Nov I have had no sugar in my tea.  (I can't handle coffee without sugar, so I've pretty much cut out coffee altogether.)

Then this Tuesday there was a break-up at Playgroup.  I ate some party food (not in contravention of my recent policies) but I still felt bad.

The next day, a small person had a birthday party and I felt a bit like a failure from the day before, so I ate dip.  Dammit.  Lots and lots and lots of yummy dip.  Do you recall how I said I have absolutely no self-control when it comes to dip?  Uh.  Yeah.  Man, it was good dip.

Now, I hear you thinking that one day of blowing out on dip wasn't all that bad, but the whole idea of short-term, hard-line rules is that I have none (it's only until Christmas for goodness' sake!) and since the blowout, I have been craving food that my body had previously forgotten to crave!

So.  Bad.

But also: good!  I have unwittingly given up my nightly ritual of sitting at my computer consuming a cup of tea (with sugar) and a few (too many) pieces of chocolate.  This has come about since Emily Sue recommended Lipton's Cranberry, Raspberry and Strawberry herbal tea.  I usually can't stand herbals but this one has a lovely aroma and a not-all-that-poisonous taste, so I've been enjoying that instead.  And when I have the tang of the cranberry in my mouth and that nice warm full feeling of a cuppa in my tummy, I really don't feel like putting chocolate through my system.  I currently have Toblerone, Double-Coat TimTams and Mint Slice biscuits in my fridge (darn that man in red) but I'm not eating any.  I just don't feel like it.

Who knew that would happen?

So.  It's Saturday again.  Today I will re-instate a rule that worked very well for me at a party once.  Since there are celebrations and parties springing up everywhere, each holding kilograms of temptation for me, I will allow myself to eat ANYTHING ... but only one of each thing on the table.  A plate of Tim Tams?  Sure, but only one.  Some delicious quichey thing topped with cheese?  Great, but only one.  A bowl of chips?  Poor baby, only one.  I am sure I will live.

I wish I'd made that rule LAST Saturday.  Many Cheezels wouldn't have been eaten by me.

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A word about my scales: A few months ago, they were zeroing at anywhere between 2kg and 10kg, giving me inflated readings.  Now, they are zeroing at 11kg to 20kg, which gives one quite a shock when one steps on.  I believe I weigh about 67kg, having been 64kg after the baby Joseph was born.  The scales can give readings of, for example, 84kg on a Skinny Day.  I have spoken to a Christmas Elf about it (not the man in red himself, we're hardly on speaking terms after this blog post.)