Overeating Ogre: Where, oh, where has my normal appetite gone? Where, oh, where can she be?

Overeating Ogre scores, and he brought his magenta-skinned cousin to play, too:

I've had a bad couple days. The weekened, mainly Saturday at a family birthday party (yes, another), and Monday.

Saturday was weird. I took fruit, took low-fat and fat-free yogurt. Ate really well. Even allowed a piece of cake in my calorie count. I left the party with about 2 WW points left for an evening treat.

I was sleepy. Tired. On the drive home. And, bam, everything went berserk and I ended up eating way over my calorie count. Can we say a total of about 69 WW points? (Yes, I see you all shuddering!)

What is it with tiredness and appetite? Shouldn't I just fall asleep? Why do I get hungry when I'm tired or didn't sleep enough?

Sunday and Monday were high appetite days. I don't know why. Maybe the same deal--sleep disturbances due to a lot of nightmares hitting me Saturday night. I don't doubt the heavy dinner may have fueled those bad dreams. Sunday I was just totally not rested, and that made me want to nosh all day. I went 9 points over my day's allowance. Better than Saturday, but no cigar.

Monday, I simply acknowledged that I was in a hungry phase, and made really healthful choices in how to feed the monster--I ate very high fiber, high nutrient. I went 9 points over my allowance yet again, but I chose better foods: vegetables, low-fat cheese, fruit, whole grains, egg whites. No repeat of bad foods like Saturday night, when I had three servings of sour cream and cheddar potato chips, baked, with the roast beef sandwich and hash browns (fried). Oh, the horror of empty carbs and excess salt! I ate about 77 grams of fiber yesterday. No, that's not a typo. Seventy-seven. 70 plus 7. I did that on purpose, hoping it would nip an all-out binge.

Slept slightly better than the weekend, but still feel icky. I may have to cave and go for a sleep study. Don't wanna.

My goal is to just hold the line this week. Just hold on and not go insane.

I stabilized after the stomach flu at 275.8. But the weekend badness had me weighing in at 276.8 yesterday. Today was 276.4. So, I'm up 3/5's of a pound.

Ain't giving up. And I will get through this. If I have to start taking afternoon naps, I'll take naps! Besides, I know my history. I went through similar things in the 280s and 290s. I will just battle it out with my body and appetite, and eventually, I will be in the 260s and 250s. It will come. And new battles, too.

Hope y'all are doing very well this week, better than me.
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Overeating Ogre: The Bocaditos Got Me!

Well, dang. After being so good for several days, the Overeating Ogre overpowered me this weekend. What the heck?

Yes, a family get-together sent me into a bingey tailspin.

Thing is, I planned for it. I froze bottles of various flavors of Crystal Light to drink, I made platters with Israeli salad and hummus and whole wheat pita.

But then I saw some traditional Cuban "event" foods that just harkened back to childhood, and I went to town. Mostly, the bocaditos did me in. It's these egg-bread mini-sandwhiches with a paste inside made from pork/ham/cheese/pimentos that even as a kid would send me into a feeding frenzy.

Well, I acted like I was 12 and fed away. Dang.

And the thing is, they weren't as good as the homemade ones by my mom or eldest sister (who made/make it with real pork and ham and cheese and not deviled ham spread or cheap stuff). But they had comfort food/nostalgia food all over them.

The salt and carbohydrate overload showed on the scale: 4.5 pounds up.

Yes, yes, I know. I didn't GAIN 4 lbs of fat (I think .5 pounds gained might be believable.) But I'm still bloated and ticked at myself, after doing so nicely for days.

Life goes on. "All is forgiven," says Our Lady of Weight Loss. "Move on, my child."

I'm moving on!

So, it's back to the hard work of NOT pigging out today.

BTW, thanks to all of you for celebrating my losses. Sorry to have let you--and me--down. But hey, it's a journey and there are potholes on the road.

I hope you all are doing WAY better than I did this weekend. :)
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Speaking of Triggers

Many of us simply cannot, cannot, cannot step food in any All-U-Can-Eat establishments.

I can't.

Scale Junkie has issues, too. See her 9/8 post.

I've totally pigged out to the point of tummy spasms at Bellantes. You know, the pizza (trigger food in a trigger setting, Oh, Lawdy!) and pasta and salad bar pig-out-place.

The Chinese eat-all buffets? I go insane with dumplings and noodles and oily entrees. Dangerous.

Even salad bars can be problematic. I can easily return for multiple visits. Salad dressing adds up!

Yes, some of us simply must stay away from such places. It's elementary avoidance, like an alcoholic staying away from any booze. ANY booze. Well, we gotta keep clear of any all-u-can-eatery.