Food Confessional: In The Beginning

"Why have you come to this blog, my child?"
"Forgive me, Internet, for I have eaten."

This year has a bit of a rough start for me as a food & drink loving gal.  After a New Year's Eve disaster led to a night in the ER (non-drinking related); a night filled with blood world, IV bags, ultrasounds and a ride in the giant white doughnut cat-scan, I was finally released without a diagnoses.  So I set out to cure myself with healthier habits, assuming that a lifestyle change might do the trick.

1. More water
2. Less booze
3. Healthier eating 
4. Take my damn vitamins (eh, can't win them all)

Now this list is not unlike many of your own, I'm sure, if those New Years resolutions should still stand a chance.  It wasn't a resolution for me - It was a way to live better and not end up in the ER again.  So I have tried to give up my alcoholic temptations for the month (a girl can only hold out for so long ...) and eat less of my favorite: Buffalo Chicken Wings. 

With the month coming to a close and my emotions running unbelievably high between my career and other assorted tribulations, I have repealed some rules on special occasions.  A glass of wine never hurt anybody (just don't ask the grapes). 

My healthy eating? Not doing so hot.  I really thought this would be easier!  But how long can a girl go without pizza that burns the top of your mouth, or savory pastas dripping in rich creamy sauce, or cupcakes trimmed with frosting fit for any 6 year old's tea party?!?!  I'M ONLY HUMAN!!! But as I write this to you now, I am filled with a feeling much worse than any food-coma.  Regret.  How hard can this be?  I'm an adult with the ability to make my own choices about what I put in MY OWN mouth.  Shouldn't I be able to resist those luxurious fatty foods on my own?  Or perhaps do I really need a type of Food-Confessional? "Forgive me, Internet, for I have eaten."   

Maybe that's the hang up ... We all love to feel so slim and in control when we go out to lunch with the girls and order "the house salad, dressing on the side please".  But how long do we wait before we dig into the leftover lasagna in the comfort and privacy of our pjs and trashy tv? I know I'm as guilty as sin ... my fingers are STILL sticky from the chocolate ice cream I just murdered on the couch.  Sure I can blame TLC for lining up 5 wedding-style shows in row, or the mass re-runs of Sex and The City.  But as I sit here now, feeling the tight elastic of my sweatpants, I know the only one I have to blame is myself.

....And Carrie Bradshaw.