OOPS-I’ve had a binge!

Picture the scene….(excuse the clichéd beginning, but I’ve always wanted to start a piece of writing with this little phrase)-so…..
Picture the scene: I have had a very focussed and controlled food week. I have added to the little reminders I’d set up on my phone, by downloading a little free app called Diet Coach (it’s very cute)-and I am being reminded daily that my body deserves good healthy nutrition, that I should drink more water and less coffee, that I shouldn’t ruin a good day by eating too many sweeties and crisps in the evening, and I am even being advised to look at my motivational pictures at a set time each day (I’ll talk more about those pictures another time).
So all in all my ‘reminder’ tactic is working fabulously. I am starting to believe that I can actually do this. I even have evidence that I CAN do it- 2 and half lbs down since last weigh in. I’ve caught myself at odd moments walking with my head held a little higher because I am a woman on track to weight loss heaven. I believe that nothing can stop me now that ‘my head is in the right place’ and so are my healthy breakfasts, lunches and…….
Ah but hang on a moment. Last Friday afternoon turned out to be an irritating one. I had been summonsed to attend a family gathering which I did not want to attend. I won’t go into details because apparently blogs as well as walls, have ears, and I don’t want to have to cope with the irritation of another family altercation any time soon (one had already occurred when I originally tried to wriggle my way out of said family gathering). So I headed off to do my duty, and in order to reduce my resentment at having to waste a couple of my precious ‘catch up with some of the stuff on my to-do list’ hours, I decided that I could sort my daughter’s prescription out en route as the Pharmacy was on the way. Now who could have guessed what a big mistake that was?
The saga of the prescription had started 10 days previously with me traipsing around to 4 different chemists only to discover that this particular medication was not available-I needed to get the doctor to write an alternative prescription apparently. So on the way to my Mother’s (I didn’t mean to mention it was Mother’s house that I’d been summonsed to-oh well it’s done now!) I ‘popped ‘ into the doctors to see if the new prescription was ready. I queued almost patiently for 15 minutes, then waited another 5 minutes while the receptionist disappeared around the back and was eventually told that the prescription (and presumably me and my daughter) did not exist. ‘
Not a problem’ I said-‘Could I come back later, on my way back from a family event that I didn’t want to go to?’ I said.
‘Yes that’s fine’ the receptionist said, ‘Come back at 5.30pm and we’ll have it ready for you’ . ‘Great’ I said, and headed off bravely to dreaded family gathering (which incidentally I managed to survive).
So back to the Doctor’s surgery I went. I queued a little less patiently this time (and now we are getting to it……the defrosting salmon and roasted vegetables would take at least 45 minutes to prepare and if I didn’t get home soon they just would NOT happen). I waited in the queue for 20 minutes. A different receptionist this time disappeared behind the scenes for another 8 minutes. She sent someone else out to break the news that there was STILL no prescription. Look I’m going to cut this short and let you imagine the steam coming out of my ears, the deep breathing exercises and the scrolling through Facebook that occurred for the next 40 minutes!!!! (Can you believe it??40 minutes plus 8 plus 20 plus 5 plus 15 equals 78 minutes altogether and all on the same afternoon as dreaded family gathering!!)
Anyway the outcome was that the salmon was definitely no longer on the menu and the Doctor’s surgery happened to be across the Road from a Pizza Hut takeaway. After 2 large glasses of wine and 3 large slices (or was it 4?) of pizza the rest of the evening is a blur. I think some chocolate biscuits came to the party and some peanuts and I really can’t remember what else. But do you know what? It doesn’t really matter. Because sometimes that’s just how life is-sometimes we do eat a bit too much pizza and sometimes things just don’t go according to plan and sometimes life is stressful. And yes I know Pizza can’t possibly fix life’s stresses but sometimes in the moment we forget that, right? As I say it doesn’t really matter.
While I was waiting in the doctor’s waiting room (the 40 minute wait) a youngish woman came out visibly shaken and upset. I think the reason I had to wait so long was that her session with the GP had overrun substantially-but seeing the state she was in made me realise that although I’d had a stressful day, things can always be much worse. And OK so I had lost control briefly of my eating-but tomorrow is always opportunity for a fresh start. In the old days if I’d had a binge I would have carried on bingeing until Monday. Nowadays I just start the next day with a clean slate and have a bowl of porridge. I believe this is one of the most important weight loss behaviours that we can practice. What do YOU think?