Night time

Why is night time the hardest time to discipline myself? I can’t seem to stop wanting to eat.

I don’t get it. All day long I’m good but as soon as I’m finished with dinner and the dishes are away that’s when the ‘grazing’ starts. I feel like I’m hungry but I know I’m not. I feel like I just want to eat every time I go to the kitchen. Don’t tel me not to go to the kitchen. It’s impossible. The kitchen is basically the center focus of my house. No wonder I am FAT!  Stupid architech. His wife is probably a dietician. HA!

 

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It is hard. I guess it is just habits? I find it hard too. Maybe watch tv in your bedroom. I got that tip on WW. Sequester yourself from the rest of your family, yep that’ll work 😉

September 27, 2006

ahh! same here! I HATE nights because of that, it’s weird how it’s like that eh? anyhows, take care

September 27, 2006

I’ve found the “easiest” way to keep from snacking after dinner is to just not have the junk food in the house. If you don’t have cookies, you won’t eat them. If it’s full of healthy foods, especially ones that require preparation, the kitchen isn’t a bad place. I’ll often have a glass of milk and/or a piece of fruit after dinner, but I don’t have sweets. There simply aren’t any in the house.

I could go all day without eating a thing. Being perfect, eating healthy.. but when it gets past 7 pm I start craving like a lunatic. I am a big night eater. OMG! I just noticed the picture of me you have! How did you get it?! LOL. I love it!

September 28, 2006

I use to be like that. Now it’s like when I get home from school, i’m eating like a horse. UGH. It needs to stop! =)

September 28, 2006

Wow…I can totally feel this entry. I wish I had advice for you, but I do the same exact thing.

My grazing time is the weekends. I’m a perfect little dieter during the week.

September 28, 2006

my grazing period is while im cooking dinner. i jsut cant stop myself from having a little bit of this or that. right now im trying to just eat an apple while making dinner. ugh.

September 28, 2006

You’re not FAT! Who are you kidding after all you’ve accomplished lol My worst time is between 3 and 7…I can’t stop grazing during those hours.

i wish i could keep better track of my eating habits … i’ll go through phases where I dont get night munchies, and I don’t pay that much attention to what gets me there … i *think* it’s a salad late in the day. but that’s the problem with food issues as far as I’m concerned. For me, when I’m not thinking about food is when I’m more normal, so when I try to figure out what I was eatingwhen I was feeling more normal, I can’t recall! Because I was thinking about it! I wish this wasn’t so hard. What’s been working for me is flossing, brushing, and crest white stripping. I *really* don’t want to undo all that by eating. The only other alternative is to not have food in the house, and i want to be the kind of person who can trust herself to have food in the house.

make that “I WASN’T thinking about food, so I can’t remember what I was eating” I’m too lazy to delete a note. Heh, no wonder i gained eight pounds 😉

ryn: I felt the same way for the longest time, hated him. But now that he is gone, somehow *I* feel guilty (sometimes) My whole life has been riddled with some form of guilt or another so it isn’t a surprise to me that I have a bit of it now. You weren’t rambling, you were sharing and noting 🙂

It’s so hard to forgive someone who doesn’t really change who they are that made you not have a relationship with them in the first place. My father wanted my forgiveness but never really changed anything in order to get it. He went though the motions of being a changed man but in the end he was the same, only alittle sad that he couldn’t be free and young and have his daughters adoration too

Now *I’m* rambling 🙂

Oh and don’t feel bad about not knowing your dads birthday.I only knew mine because he would call me every year to remind me not to foget his bday. A nice little way to get a bad daughter dig in at me. And I hadn’t even forgotten. Boo