Weight today down a bit, and I'm still maintaining within my range -- no big drama actually. None at all.
Beck launches into a week or so of dealing with "extraordinary events" in the life of a dieter/maintainer -- beginning with "food pushers". Those people who insist you eat. Stuff you don't want to eat (although yeah, it's tempting). People who insist, as the price of friendship. Or being a good "family member", joining in family celebrations. Or being a good member of x, y or z organization, including (for those so inclined) religious organizations.
And wow, I really liked my 2011 blog on this food-pusher topic when I re-read it this morning.
But what's amazing to me, I'm still dealing with this issue three years later. Within the past six months, I side-stepped/evaded two pressing invites to "come for dinner at our house": i.e. relaunch of that exchange of "little dinner parties" which are so problematic for me.
I like both of the inviters very much. I suggested alternative activities/venues. But: each of these inviters likes to entertain in their homes. And prepare multi-course elaborate feasts. And then (quite reasonably) expects a reciprocal invite to my home. For my multi-course elaborate feast. Been there, done that -- in a previous 230 pound existence.
Nope. Not happening now. I'm friendly. I'm sociable. But I like to DO stuff with people. Gym, golf, XC skiing. Even window shopping!! Maybe even coffee. But I don't like to sit around eating and drinking. I don't like the (not very subtle) escalation of dinner-party competition. I don't like to spend my weekend planning a menu, shopping for food, preparing food, serving food, eating food, cleaning up afterwards and recovering from a food hangover. And then battling for the next week or 10 days or month to get back on my program, having been reminded of the siren-lure of . . . all of that.
I am SO. DONE. WITH. DINNER. PARTIES.
Refusing is actually getting harder, not easier. Because I'm not overweight. Because I don't "look" like food is a problem for me. And it's "just one meal". So how can it matter?
But: would you insist that an alcoholic have "just one drink"? Would you compel a vegan to have "just one steak"?
I'm NOT offering a long explanation about trigger foods or detailed info about how tough it actually is for me to engage in these foodie activities, and why it's important that I don't go there from a potential cancer recurrence perspective.
This is me. Not addicted to the approval of others. Take it or leave it. I'm fine, either way.
And actually, I am.