What's for Dinner?

Knowing that doomsday (a.k.a. diet day) is coming, I decided to plow through a pizza last night until I felt like I was going to explode.

The bloated 'Michelin Man' feeling got me thinking. Why do I eat that much when I physically feel bigger? I could not answer that question. I, of course, immediately wanted to purge when I found I could not answer that question -- but mid-way to the bathroom I stopped myself. "Never again," I thought.

I'm bigger than that. (Pun not intended.)

So while waddling back into the living room to find something decent to watch on the tube, I decided to check out the shows I had recorded. Just my luck, I had an Oprah show from earlier this week. Topic: Weight Loss. How perfect is that? I just binged, so now I can punish myself with an hour reminder on why I should not have done that.

One of the features on the show, however, didn't make me feel angry at myself. I felt better about myself.

I know it's shallow to take one's misfortunes and relate them to your life in order that you feel proud to not have ever been that way; in order that you feel better or bigger (again, no pun intended). But I did.

As I watched the clip of the 1000 pound man, I looked at myself in a far more different light than I have in months past. It could totally be worse. My measly 30 pounds that I plan to lose was nothing compared to his 700 pounds that he had to lose.

My measly 30 pounds was an ant hill compared to his 700 pound mountain.

My measly 30 pounds was easily attainable and no one would have to break a wall down and carry me out with a crane in order to get it done.

So with that, I found a little more strength, a little more motivation and in essence was able to see what shoving pizza down my throat day in and day out could turn out to be.