No more Zingers!Tracy? Repeat after me... I will not sneak chocolate zingers.
I will not sneak chocolate zingers. I will not sneak chocolate zingers.
I will not sneak
chocolate zingers. I will not sneak chocolate zingers.
I will not sneak
chocolate zingers. I will not sneak chocolate zingers.
Ugly truth alert... no amount of healthy eating or lifestyle change makes you immune to zingers. Or frankly, temptation in general. I'll admit, I'm learning to enjoy the crunch of baby carrots with
lowfat ranch. Not minding the new choices in peanut butter, butter, bread, sugar, flour, etc, etc, etc.... But how long will it take before my knee-jerk reaction isn't to guzzle a
rootbeer real fast so I can rinse the cup real fast. Or eat every last crumb of fruit loops my child leaves in her breakfast bowl, drink the whole milk, and shove it in the dishwasher? Or, eat a zinger facing the window in the kitchen once the wrapper is
buried in the trash? When does the compulsive need for those old comfort foods finally subside? Perhaps at the conclusion of step 12 with
OA? Perhaps not even then. Because let me tell you... I
intimately know the texture, taste, feel, smell, and
perverse goodness of a chocolate zinger. It's almost sensual. But I can't just sit on the couch and enjoy it. Therein lies the problem... it's all a game of guilt. Sneak it, hide it, wait til no one is home.
Alcoholics admit the desire never fully subsides, just becomes a force you (and your higher power) learn to control. Learn to
bestill. Ignore? Override? Redirect? Brush your teeth, drink OJ, go for a walk, chew gum... crunch those dang baby carrots. My baby carrots are tasting more and more like zingers. Crunchy carrot zingers? Now that might slow me down a little.
Although, truth be told, I am much better than
before. Before... in high school, food was crammed in my locker and binged between classes. I harbored a horrible and irrational fear that my stomach would growl in 3rd period before lunch. My mom, my enabler, worked in the cafeteria, and left me snacks there all hours of the day. I became entrapped in the terror of bodily noises and quickly became uncomfortable in quiet places like church, the library or taking exams. My grades fell, my waist grew. A size 18 by 7
th grade. Tons of friends as I'm sure you've guessed. This was right about the time I became physical (just the kissing & groping) with a guy at church. The
trainwreck that followed between the eating and self
disgust was crippling. It eventually took a therapist my freshman year in high school to rationalize for me that our bodies are neutral in the battle, it's our brains that fight the war. Those body noises, and changes, were natural and going to continue. As an adult though,
twix candy bars were hidden in the console of my car,
licorice in the
glovebox. My desk at work contained more than the vending machine. I'd stow it away in my luggage when traveling with my never-hungry hubby. I never understood nutrition, what my body needed, or how to have a reliable relationship with it. Only now is that coming into focus. What a lifetime of hatred and guilt I placed on my body image and other people's judgement thereof. How beaten and mangled my own self-confidence. Here I am at 32. Where the heck did those best years go? All this from food and body image? What a tragedy. All that said to say this...
I will not sneak chocolate zingers. I will not sneak
chocolate zingers.
I will not
sneak chocolate zingers. I will not sneak
chocolate zingers.
Yep, that's "Jared" the national spokesperson for Subway restaurants. Remember him? He's the guy that lost a jillion pounds eating subway sandwiches everyday. Personally, I'd think that after that, you'd never want a subway sandwich again, let alone travel the country posing for pictures with adoring fans that don't know your last name, or anything else about you.
