I’m going to have to bring back an old rule – No shopping after I visit the nursing home. I used to have this rule during the early days of Mom living there. Otherwise, I tended to buy high carb or sugary treats. Yesterday, after listening to Dad tell me how he was ready to go home and how he gets on and off the floor by himself all the time, then later say that he had determined he was never going to be allowed to go home, and a couple of hours of how he needs cigarettes and how they allow him to smoke wherever he wants and how odd it was that no one else was in the smoking area, it’s usually so full, I went to Walmart and justified a bunch of crap I really did not need. And I wanted more. I wanted every treat or junk food that looked even remotely good. And then, even when I wasn’t hungry, I felt like I needed to eat the junk food I bought so it would be gone. So I ate too much. I ate extra carbs when I wasn’t even hungry. And this morning I have a carb hangover.
And I feel just about as run-on and chaotic as that paragraph.
Zazzy, I can so sympathise. Why it actually happens I have no idea. Seems like such a good idea at the time. I’ve never figured it out. Do you know the phrase “one is too many and a hundred never enough”?
Totally. I can not eat doughnuts for years and if I eat one – I want hundreds. I probably am not really a moderator, though I really want to be.
Me too. Definitely an abstainer.
Good rule. Very succinct. Better health, better paragraphs, better life!
If only other life rules were so easy. The sad thing is, I will keep testing this and finding that yes, the rule is needed.
Carbs are so satisfying and comforting that we may be substituting them for love and security and drowning our worries with them. I myself have become quite a pretzel-holic.
Carbs, especially warm carbs, trigger warm, comforting feelings on a psychological level – but they also increase serotonin so there’s a real, physical motivation to over carb. Kind of makes me wonder why our biology was set up this way.