It’s been a long time since I wrote about the trials of my personal journey, leaving many of you to assume it’s going perfectly.
It’s not.
Truth of the matter is that due to all sorts of external stressors, I’ve been fighting a losing battle on the food front.
Oh, it starts innocently enough… the thought that having a rough day somehow entitles me to eat a Tastykake or ice cream or something like that. Then it becomes less of a treat and more of a constant. Next thing you know, the scale starts creeping the other way.
This ain’t a good thing, y’all.
During my last visit with the surgeon, I mentioned the troubles I’ve been having and he put me in touch with the psychologist that the practice is affiliated with. It took awhile, but I finally got an appointment to see Dr. Collins and it was eye-opening, to say the least.
See, the sky is not falling.
The train has not wrecked.
Dr. Collins thinks that I’ve gone a little off track, but it’s nothing that can’t be fixed. As such, I’ll be starting a “Back on Track” program next month that will reinforce the stuff I’ve sort of forgotten and hopefully get me motivated again.
While we were chatting, I realized that what problems I’ve had with my feet are so minuscule compared to what I saw over the weekend. Seeing cancer patients like Kim Markey (who did her last chemo the week before the Dopey Challenge), or the folks on full prosthetic limbs… they have problems. I have inconveniences. Big difference.
Regardless, this program gives me another chance to get it right. To learn to stop the mindless eating and the stress eating.
One other thing Dr. Collins told me as we were wrapping up. She said, “Those people you finished that race with? They support you and love you and they know you can do it. That’s a big part of your support structure and if they did that race with you, they will be there for this race, too. Don’t throw all that support away by thinking you have to do it alone.”
Once again, Team AllEars FTW.
More soon.
Memoirs of a Soon-to-Be Former Fat Guy 