Or out with smell of Christmas cookies, turkey, stuffing, trifle, chocolates etc etc. You get the picture. Moderation was just not present during that eating extravaganza.
It happens okay. We overeat.
What not to do?
- Feel guilty
- Restrict your food from there on out
- Spend the rest of Christmas day/season worrying about it
- Exercise to counteract (another form of bulimia- I’m not even going to mention the other thing)
What to do? Move on and get over it. Blunt yes, effective- definitely. But once again easier said than done, I know.
Okay, so it doesn’t exactly fit in with your moderation and balanced eating lifestyle but hay we’re humans and humans make mistakes. Wait, scratch that last bit- eating too much is not a mistake, it’s just something you did. You had two servings of trifle, you didn’t eat any vegetables, you had Christmas cake and Chocolate truffles for breakfast. Is that seriously what you’re concerned with on Christmas day (or during another special time when food should really be the last thing you think about) as you’re surrounded by joy, loved ones, family, friends, fantastic food and the gift of giving?
If it does happen, and to some of us it will, please don’t let it ruin anything. It’s fine to admit to yourself- Yep Bek, maybe 1 slice of cake was enough but that second piece sure did feel good… although I feel like I’ll combust at any second now. Then you resume your normal Christmas activities and typical eating as per usual.
Don’t eat more or less because of it; just drink a whole lot of water to get the food jiggling about and working through your system. Unless you want to be clogged up, and no one wants that on Christmas day surrounded by a bunch of family in a close confined space. TMI?
In all seriousness- I’ve been there and it has ruined special moments that soon become ED, anxious and obsessive moments. It’s time to stop. Stop giving in to it, stop giving it the satisfaction and limelight. You know what and who deserves that limelight? You do! Enjoy your life. Like my therapist says- what’s the point in working hard 48 weeks a year to not enjoy those 4 weeks you get off? (Yes, the man is magical with words).
If you’re in a place of need or panic I hope this has reached you in time so that you’re able to get the little bit of strength I poured into it before you turn a special moment sour.
How do you get past falling perfect in situations? Did you show moderation this Christmas season?