There is always an excuse to overeat and indulge. One sure fire free pass for indulgence is when "Aunt Flow" visits. Actually her anticipation is often used as an excuse as well.
She wasn't a regular visitor for me until literally the weekend of my 40th birthday. She still doesn't come around as often as with most women I know, but for me she went from once a year or less to clockwork sort of visitation schedule (4-6 times a year) starting the weekend of my 40th birthday.
When my weight was down it was really consistent (that brief year,) but now that the weight has been creeping back up I thought I wouldn't see her again, but I was mistaken. 15 years of weight and infertility issues just because I never ovulated, (it was the vicious cycle of insulin resistance and polycystic ovaries) that I struggled to have my kids, now that the ship has passed I'm more fertile than I've ever been in my life. Thank you Lord for the big V - and for a husband who willingly endured it, or I may have had a slew of mid-life babies.
But I digress. The point it, the "visitor" is an added battle in resisting sweets and indulgence. Hormones raging and they cry out for chocolate medication. The temptation is to feed the storm. Maybe there are actual cravings because of the hormones, I don't know. Or maybe the fluctuation in the hormones cause the emotional tidal waves and the temptation is to address those with food. To top it off for me it means a day or two on the couch, which births boredom, which totally draws you (or me, at least) to the fridge.
I actually really did well this past week. So much so in fact, I'm a litytle proud, but it was a constant battle to overcome. I kept hearing the whisper of "license" in the back of my mind, "It's ok, it's that time. But instead I managed to throw away a bag of chocolate I stumbled across. That's a huge victory on a regular day, but one of those days, it's like I deserve a reward! Lord willing, it won't be chocolate.
