Day 7 - Loving things that can't love me back?

Good morning. Weigh in days are going to be on Sunday mornings. I work out at the Claremont Club and each year they have a "Biggest Loser" weekly weigh in program. Even though it's only a few months until the end of the year, I decided to weigh in with the group. This blog holds me accountible and the group weigh in is one more way to keep me honest. I'm pulling out all of the stops. I've been lifting weights for 20 minutes a day and doing some form of cardio for 30 minutes a day. Not only helpful for me but good for my husband who still needs some physical therapy.

I met a fellow dieter at the Club yesterday who lost 90 lbs. last year. She keeps herself faithful to exercise by hiring a personal trainer three times a week. That way she has to work out at least three times a week. A great idea and a very expensive idea! The lengths that we go to take off weight.

I'm either on or off. When I'm dieting and exercising, I'm fanatic. I stay strictly to the guidelines of the diet and if there is more than one phase, I stay on the strictest phase for the entire diet. When I exercise, I lift weights every day; I do a spin or yoga class every day; I squeeze in a Pilates class or two every week, and walk/run on the treadmill every day. Once I lose the weight, I eat all of the things that I wasn't able to have on the diet in quantities that I'm too embarrassed to describe. My exercise goes down to three to four days a week and is pretty much limited to cardio. I hate weights.

My intellectual side tells me that there are no bad foods...
All things in moderation. Some side of me (one that I can't define yet) uses food to comfort and as a substitute for love. Can I really continue to love something that can't love me back? Until I wrote this , I didn't realize just how ridiculous my relationship is with food. Loving something that can't love you back seems like a good place to start with the whole digging down deep thing.