Yes, we are about to embark upon the holiday season. From Halloween until New Years the festivities and the parties can be a bit overwhelming. Unfortunately, most of the hoopla revolves around high caloric junk food and waistline destroying, desserts. In all fairness, I should confess that I am not tempted by the lure of unhealthy foods.
That however was not always the case. My first Halloween without junk was harsh. I was the mistress of the sugar high. I think I ate more candy than I passed out the little gremlins and goblins. I was so busy stuffing my own face. The next day I would buy more junk because it was 75 percent off. All of that chocolate and candy corn when straight to my thighs, and gut. Not to mention how it was assisting in the destruction of my health. The pumpkin became my visual clue and saving grace, if I wanted to continue to look like a pumpkin, eat all the candy I wanted ..
I survived Halloween only to discover that Thanksgiving is the real sacred cow. I mean it must be listed as some sort of sin, if you don't stuff yourself on Thanksgiving. It is a high caloric food orgy that just want stop. This is food worship at its best.
I finally had enough; I was too old to yield to social pressure. I was no longer going to expand my girth to make anyone happy. Instead I chose to be thankful that I was on a mission to live a healthy lifestyle. I would only partake in moderation. I was no longer willing to desecrate my body for anyone.
My visual clue was the turkey; I really don't want to look like a plump butter ball.
Then comes Christmas, with sugar cookies, cakes, pies, puddings, and lots of goodies to cling to your thighs. I mean there is not a place you can go where people are not going to offer you food. It was another food orgy, food porn was everywhere!
Actually, it was one of the best things that ever happened to me. I realized that
the world was not going to change and I would have to encounter this time and time again.
I was determined to change me, my focus and the way I felt about food. I truly became determined to eat to live. My days of food worship had to come to an end; I wanted to enjoy the blessing of good healthy food in moderation.
My visual clue became Santa Claus, heck; I wanted a six pack, not a jiggle jangled one pack.
The year finally comes to a close with New Years where the celebration would continue as I tried to squeeze myself into a dress that showed every bulge. I was wearing all that excess food and I didn't like it one bit. Not to mention the lack of energy from eating all the wrong things. Heck I wasn't simply growing old, I was eating myself old. Once I discovered how all of these man-made chemicals were breaking down the body, I was shocked.
My visual clue became Father Time. I realized I don't have time to play games with my life. This is my life and I refuse to allow junk food , fast food and all forms of garbage to ruin my self-esteem and destroy my health.
I now no longer feel deprived, I feel free. Food use to be my greatest lover and I was a woman
with an enormous appetite. Now I can honestly say I love me, and I love this crazy thing called my life.
For all of my brothers and sisters who are still fighting the battle to make peace with food during the holiday's season, come up with a battle plan.
Don't give up the fight; don't allow one unhealthy meal to turn into a day's worth or a week's worth. These next few months will be filled with all sorts of temptations, enjoy but don't go overboard. Please don't allow pies, cakes, candy and well meaning family and friends keep
you from reaching your goals. Stand up too yourself and fight for what you want.
Tammie-Maria Allen 2006-2010
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Damage Control: Happy Holidays
By: Tammie-Maria Allen
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