Hey all. Low-carb and I haven't been exactly getting along the last week
or so. Got sick and couldn't eat much for a while, quit smoking, cough and
snot finally went away and appetite came back with a vengeance. I've been
eating anything that stays still long enough. Haven't been working out
either! I feel my body getting bigger and bloated and weak and flabby.
Not even hungry but I keep EATING!!! Arghh.
I'm a little crazier than usual lately. Brain feels all foggy. Smoking is
such a stupid thing to do, so why is it when you quit you feel stupider? I
hope it goes away.
I know I'll offend people who have a strict rigidity when it comes to words
and their meanings, people who don't agree that words can change their
meanings over time, people who don't like technical terms being used in a
non-technical way, and people who don't like non-scientists talking about
anything even remotely related to a scientific field. Nevertheless . . .
I don't think a person can be "addicted" to any substance or activity.
What we get addicted to are the feelings brought about by substances or
activities. If you could fiddle around in someone's brain with tiny
instruments, and stimulate whatever part of the brain gets stimulated by,
say, heroin, then the person would feel the exact same thing they would
feel if they actually took the heroin. So, the addiction isn't in the
drug, it's all in the brain.
Apparently, nicotine and carbs are the triggers for the feelings I'm
addicted to. It's a complicated body/brain phenomenon. I don't have to
know how it works on the cellular level, but I'm becoming familiar with how
it works on the organic and psychological levels. To put it
metaphorically, I've dug myself into a hole, and I know I need to climb
out, and I know how to climb out, but being in the hole saps the will to
climb out.
So, obviously, will has to be circumvented. The way to do this is
emotional detachment. Go through the motions and eat right and work out
anyway, regardless of wanting to or not. So, it starts all over again
tomorrow. Back to a routine, back to real life. I do it with the knowledge
that it can be done, but with a little more cynicism about my strength in
the face of obstacles. Apparently, when the going gets tough, I wimp out.
Ah well. If that's who I am, then that's who I am. With all the evidence
of my weakness, it's either kind of brave or kind of stupid that I still
don't give up. Kiss or kick my ass, it doesn't matter, I have to keep on
keeping on regardless.
--
Michelle Levin
http://www.mindspring.com/~lunachick
I have only 3 flaws. My first flaw is thinking that I only have 3 flaws.