And Diet Coke. And pretzel rolls. And cheese. And candy. And dessert of any kind. And brown rice Triscuits. And basically everything delicious.
Because Melisa is going on a diet.
The bingo arm and stubborn belly fat is outta control over here. And also, the train is rolling straight into depression and anxiety-town because my firstborn is leaving the nest.
What does all of that mean? Well, essentially, it’s a perfect storm for an eating disorder to reoccur.
I’m in dangerous territory and I have been for the last few months. Normally, a diet would probably be the last thing you’d recommend to a person recovering from an eating disorder. But, I need structure. I need something regimented that gets my body detoxified from all the crap I’ve been filling it full of. (See paragraph #1). I’ve got a double whammy over here…. I can’t just go out for a run and burn 800 calories. Because of my Rheumatoid Arthritis, I can walk and I can swim. Swimming is pretty difficult without a pool, so I’m stuck with walking. So, diet is how I control my weight and let’s just say I haven’t been doing the best job lately.
So. Now it looks like a protein bomb exploded in my refrigerator. I have a nine day diet planned out, with a visit back to the nutritionist in 7 days.
If I seem a little crabby the next few days, it’s only because I probably feel like I’d shank someone for some sugar.
Wish me luck!