on not pulling the plug

I nearly pulled the plug on intuitive eating yesterday.  Friday was a tough day, I didn’t handle the stress well, and I found myself grabbing at all the wrong things.  For comfort.  I was the textbook emotional eater.

I spent Saturday beating myself up for *falling off the wagon*.  I decided then and there that intuitive eating wasn’t working. Look!  Yesterday proves the fact that it’s not working!  I need a plan!

So I started looking around for a plan.  And eating poorly again while searching for a plan.  Because, you know, when you start a new plan you have to abandon all those things you love forever.  So I’d better get in some Last Supper eating before I make a fresh start/get back on the wagon/turn over a new leaf.

Look at all that dieting mentality coming into play!  The problem isn’t intuitive eating.  And the problem isn’t me.  This is a normal part of the process, I think.  I haven’t completely embraced the first principle of intuitive eating, rejecting the dieting mentality.   In fact, I’ve slacked off on all the principles of intuitive eating.  I’ve paid lip-service to it, but I haven’t really been applying it.

I don’t need a new plan.  A new diet.  I don’t need to get back on any wagon.  I don’t have to make a fresh start.  I don’t need to turn over a new leaf.

There is no wagon.  There is no new leaf.  There’s just me, right where I am.  Getting back to basics.