April 7
Somehow knowing it is fixable makes it harder not to fix it. Maybe that is the very reason I sometimes don’t want to know. With knowledge comes responsibility. I will feel that much more pressure to be accountable. Easier to be blind. But fatter too, and still no better at fixing it.
Case in point: One mini binge in particular comes to mind (in the kitchen of a weight management program for which I was a teacher at the time – a scenario naturally laden with shame) when figuring out the damage made me realize that this was easily fixable- in the day I was in, even.
I had been about to run off to 7-11 to finish off the binge with some really worthwhile foods (this binge had been a plain cooked pasta food demo I was preparing for the patients – hardly worthy of a full blown binge) when I was able to stop myself and ask, “What would you tell one of the patients to do right now?” I would tell them to figure it out and see how bad the damage was and try to salvage the day rather than let it be the beginning of damage that would later feel irreparable.
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