I may be awesome for other reasons (it would be great if someone could please affirm this), but getting back on plan hardly constitutes one of them. I certainly feel good about getting the old tracker out (in this case, my iPhone), but it is hardly worthy of an outpouring of accolades and laud. In truth, it really was not very hard, and I really did not have to sacrifice anything. I just fell back into the familiar patterns of the foods and activities that have begun to constitute the way I live these days.
I do not mean to diminish the difficult of getting back on track after four days of Nero-esque eating. There have certainly been times in my life that this lapse would have resulted into a six week deep dive into semi-gluttonous indulgence. I think this would have particularly been the case if I was in the midst of first losing my weight when my now familiar healthier habits would have been far from formed.
What feels different now is the simple recognition I have that I do not feel that I live a life a deprivation and monk-like lifestyle. This past week, I hovered around 30 to 35 POINTS per day of food intake and maybe 6-8 activity POINTS as buffer on the other side of the ledger (for my size and being at maintenance, this kind of math works more than adequately for me). Most importantly, I did not spend the week feeling hungry, miserable and/or stressed. I now have an armory of meal choices that keep my own hungry monster(s) at bay. Even better, I like the way my new meals taste, and I have not had to relinquish my love of eating.
I suppose the answers are enormously more complex than I seem to be suggesting here. If I were to gather a stable of psychotherapists and neuroscientists, I suspect that they could offer me a wide variety of seemingly plausible and likely complicated explanations. For personal and professional reasons, I find this subject personally fascinating and worthy of future exploration. For right now, I think I can safely say that the the ultimate answer is that my supposed love of hamburgers and ice cream is all in my head.
I will try to remember this as I continue to steer into Christmas festivities. I will try to remember that my new food friends are true (and fun/smart/attractive) friends, while my old food friends were kind of delinquents. They were fun to hang out with at the time, but it really is time for me to move on.