April 30, 2014
Day 7 of South Beach Phase 1
Starting weight (4/23/2013): 195
Today’s Weight: 190
Loss/Gain (since start): -5
Breakfast: Canadian bacon, Feta cheese, sweet peppers, and onions in scrambled eggs.
Lunch: Salmon patty, and spinach soufflé
Supper: Fatata .
Snacks: ½ dark chocolate bar, 30 pistachios, and cucumbers, black bean brownies.
We don’t count calories on the South Beach diet. As long as one sticks to the meals and portions recommended in the diet, there is no need to count calories. We have around five South Beach recipe books. Each recipe comes with a tag that designates which phase of the diet the recipe is for. So, one can prepare meals appropriate to the diet phase. We are still in phase 1, the low carb diet. We feel it.
OK, I have a confession. I said I would journal this quest to break the cycle of eating and dieting. I have said that the causes are rooted somewhere deep within my psyche, and I would have to address some things that perhaps were uncomfortable to address, what’s worse, very uncomfortable to even uncover and talk about. Well, I had an epiphany today. This time around is easier than previous times. Why? Because I don’t have the same emotional baggage I had in previous years.
Call it old age (I’m 67). Or, maybe, just maybe, my efforts over the past several years are starting to pay off. The reality is that it is probably a combination of both. But the process in this quest started many years ago. It did not just start with the beginning of this diet.
Twenty years ago, I was deeply involved in the Evangelical Christian community. I call it my “Christian Era” and I call my religion then “Churchianity.” I did not come up with the tag. I ran across it many, many years ago in a book wherein the author described the activities of many “Christians” as going to church, getting involved in various aspects of the church activities and outreach, all to gain a social status within that community, but never really building a true spiritual relationship with Jesus Christ. I was a single parent back then. I had been divorced nearly eighteen years when I met my current wife, Ruth Ann, nearly nineteen years ago. Prior to meeting Ruth Ann, I simply was not interested in ever being married again. I did not do well in my first marriage. I was a jerk, much to my surprise. When Ruth had come along, I began to realize that I felt like a solid strong Christian, and I felt I was spiritually advanced, but I also realized that I really had not been spiritually challenged for nearly twenty years as a single parent. I opened up to the idea of marriage, knowing that it would test the mettle of my spirit.
Listen, if we are not pushed, we simply don’t realize how much garbage indwells us. All of my jerk qualities began to surface with in the first five years of the marriage. I wanted out of the marriage very badly. I was pissed at everything. Nothing is what I thought I had bargained for. However, by this time, I had grown enough spiritually to realize we have been assigned guides in the spiritual realms. Some people call them guardian angels. But, unlike most modern day Christians, I had developed relationships with those spirits, and I conversed with them about everything, including the fact that I wanted out of my marriage. They simply told me (paraphrased), “get a divorce, but your spiritual development will stop.” By this time, my spiritual growth was extremely important to me. Also, by this time, because of so many contradictions in the practice of “churchianity,” I had abandoned Christianity and any organized religion for that matter. My guides were not threatening me with punishment. They were stating a simple fact, staying in this marriage and working through the problems, no matter how painful, was the prescription for my personal spiritual growth. I would not grow without it. I stayed in the marriage and started many, many years ago to get to the root of what it is to be a jerk and work to resolve it.
The reason I do not struggle with the same intensity as I did in previous diet cycles is because I have resolved many of the triggers that send me to the fridge. The chief among those triggers was anger based in a false sense of justice and injustice. Jerks have a lot to which we think we are entitled, and if we do not get what we think we deserve, we get demanding, forceful, yes, very bitchy about it. It makes for a miserable life all around. Slowly, I have identified many of those “entitlements” and found that I did not deserve or earn them at all, and that in fact, one could not deserve or earn them. I began to realize that all of my unhappiness was coming from within myself. If I wanted happiness, I had to develop it within myself. I could blame no one for my unhappiness but myself. Therefore, I am the one that is solely responsible for my happiness. It is a huge development, a huge step in my spiritual growth with an outcome of less frustration, less anger and fewer desperate raids on the refrigerator to mitigate the pain.
But I still have other triggers. I will deal with those, too, in future posts.