So. This posting every day in April thing is not going so well. Neither is my “Sunday Sobriety Song” plan of posting a song related to addiction, recovery or sobriety every Sunday. Changes need to be made.
First, I’ll post what I can when I can. I’m going to shoot for Second Sunday Sobriety Song, which means you may get to hear a ditty this coming Sunday. I’ll try to be better at cultivating my blog, but know I’m a flawed human so no expectations. Some committments I cannot keep, or need to change.
Let’s move along now. How was your Easter/Passover/ Bunny Zombie Jesus weekend? Mine was pretty good. My extremly good looking and intellegent son came to visit this weekend for the first time at my new homestead.
I have spent the past two days (while not working and sleeping) binge-watching Bloodlines, an intriguing family drama/suspense series which has done serious damage to my waistline. I initially guffawed at the media attention correlating binge TV watching to binge-eating, but my personal, non-mindful experiment has found it to be correct.
Time’s online magazine published an article yesterday, “This is What Binge Eating Does to Your Health”, describing a recent study that states the more you sit in front of the television, the higher your risk of diabetes. The article merely states that it is the act of being sedentary that causes the risk, not even addressing behaviors one partakes in while watching television.
I had a junk food binge last night that would make a six-year-old left alone with an Easter basket this Sunday marvel. I’m not going to go entirely into it, but it spun me out into a “sweets” shame spiral. A study out of UT-Austin connected binge-watching to not only binge-eating and binge-drinking, but depression and loneliness.
I can honestly say binging on Bloodlines was not done out of depression or loneliness, but because I found it to be a kick-ass thriller. And thank goodness I have solid recovery, because the amount of tequila drunk in this series would cause Don Jose Antonio de Cuervo (Jose Cuervo ) to worship the porcelain gods. For me, it was the suspense, and my natural proclivity towards sweets, that caused the binging. Why would I take time to prepare and eat a healthy meal when I NEED to know what Danny is going to do next, and I bought snacks for my son’s first visit this weekend?
As they say in recovery, everything in moderation. So now that I’ve finished the series, I’ll kill off some calories by making this place teenager friendly for the weekend. Oh, and I’m sure shopping for those snack replacements will kill some calories too.