I’m up 3.5 pounds?!?! WTF!! When it comes to the ol’ beer & candy combo, payback is a bitch! I honestly wasn’t expecting this. And I figured since I had a recovery day yesterday, I’d be up maybe 1.5 pounds at the most. I have to believe that all of this is water weight, but boy howdy. If this is the payment coming due for my indiscretion two nights ago, lesson learned! There’s nothing quite like shock and awe to burn a lesson into your brain.
Zero+ ; Single ; M: 126 ; C: 89 ; P/U: 50 ; W : 5 mi
Health R.O.S.
- Weight: 211.1
- BMI: 28.6
- Fat %: 21.9
The Scale as Judge and Jury
The utter shock I felt as I stood on the scale staring down as the readout was palpable. More so than any bad night’s sleep, head throbbing hangover, or gastrointestinal distress.
That 211.1 is etched in my memory. It’s more punishment than I expected, but no less than I deserved. There’s a lesson here that I obviously needed to learn at this point in my sobriety journey. And it’s this:
A single night of drinking erases two weeks of hard earned weight loss.
If there’s a silver lining here, it’s that my determination and resolve are redoubled.
Remember that life goes beyond failure and success: do not simply focus on these two categories of prospects. Life goes beyond the moments we find rewarding, and the moments we find upsetting.
– Gurudev Sri Sri Ravi Shankar
Heading Drinkie Off At the Pass
While in the scheme of things my binge drinking episode and the resulting weight gain will be but a blip, there is still the disappointment I feel presently about this unnecessary, self-inflicted setback.
But, I am going to take my licks and move forward. I’m going to meditate and non-attach from this incident. In other words, I’ll take the lessons with me, but not the baggage.
I’ll employ RAIN sooner, like the minute Drinkie arrives on the scene.
A visioning technique I’ve employed successfully is picturing whatever negative thought or emotion is visiting with me at the moment as a white dove. I’m holding this dove in my hands at waist level. As I exhale, I breath the thought or emotion into the dove and release it into the sky. As soon as it leaves my hands, it transforms into dozens of doves that scatter the attached emotion in every conceivable direction. Through this process, the thought is rendered powerless over me.
I figure if this technique can rid me of negative thoughts and oppressive emotions, it can rid me of Drinkie’s nagging presence. It’s worth a try. Because I’ll be damned if I’m going to let binge drinking and the crutch of addiction transfer set me back like this ever again!
Going for the Deuce.
