When I went off to college, I experienced the ‘freshman fifteen’; only in my case, thankfully, I lost fifteen pounds. I think it had something to do with awful cafeteria food and no money to eat elsewhere. By the end of college, I was down thirty pounds. The weight stayed off for many years. I managed to get through two pregnancies and still maintain my weight within ten pounds.
But now, I find myself back full circle. While pregnant with my third child, I consciously ate enough for a football team, figuring the weight would come right off as it did with the other two kids. I was wrong. I was also much older. Now that my youngest just turned five, I can no longer call it “baby weight.” I have tried to diet more times than I care to admit over the past five years. I feel like I keep gaining and losing the same ten pounds. I’d like to blame it on my arthritis – you know the meds, my inability to exercise as much as I should... blah–blah-blah. But I can’t.
The truth of the matter is - I eat too much – and for some unexplainable reason – only at night. I am the model eater during the day: healthy meals, healthy snacks, water, even a little exercise. I do it all. But then it falls apart. After dinner, I start thinking about the ice cream and the cookies and the chips and the... I swear they all talk to me – luring me into their trap. It is as if 'evil night eater' comes out and overcomes 'healthy day food eater', always winning in the battle, using excuses such as: well you exercised today (does folding laundry count?), I’ll just have a taste (never), once it’s gone I won’t buy it again (yeah right), & my favorite – tomorrow will be