I thought I might start a new series called “Confessions of a Binge Eater” where I share some embarrassing but real stories about binge eating. For me speaking the truth is what helps in my recovery. Let me know what you think in the comments.
Last weekend we did some crabbing which means crab boil for dinner! I love me a good crab boil in the summer time. It’s easy, it’s fun, and it’s delicious, AND it’s actually healthy!
I decided to pick up some fresh baked garlic bread from the grocery store to go along with our crab fest. We ended up not making it because we ate so late and quite frankly we didn’t even need it with all that food.
Monday morning arrived and there was that garlic bread sitting on my counter staring right into my eyes. It was a hefty loaf of fluffy French bread dripped in a buttery garlic spread. By Wednesday evening it was gone. All of it.
Lesson Learned: Don’t ever bring white/garlic/French bread in the house again.
Bread is the new crack and it’s highly addictive to someone like me who struggles with carb addiction. Well I knew this already. I just forgot HOW addictive it can be. I work from home and every single day that bread was around it was literally calling my name from downstairs. As much as I tried to ignore it, I couldn’t. Trust me, salad has NEVER called me back to the kitchen. EVER.
I will say that I did at least calculate the points (6 PP per slice) and added it to my tracker. I ended up having a piece with each meal Monday through Wednesday and as a snack once or twice. Regardless I devoured an ENTIRE loaf of garlic bread all by myself and that just isn’t ok. On the bright side it didn’t lead to any other binges and I still did my workouts. I recognize it for what it is, confessed it and I’m moving on.
Now if I could only get Usher’s song “These are my confessions . . .” out of my head!
“A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing.”
~George Bernard Shaw~