Okay, so I've been sparking for about 2 months now & I've lost 14 pounds.
I've done well with my food choices. I keep my kitchen pretty well stocked with fruits, veggies, & whole grain snacks. I've even done pretty good with my cardio - typical week is 4 days of 60 minutes. Not there yet with the strength training, but it's coming.
Today at the grocery store, for some reason, I was drawn to the aisle. You know the aisle. The one with your favorite indulgence. The aisle you KNOW to pass to avoid temptation. Well, today I went there. I stared in the face of temptation. . . . and lost. I bought a bag of Salt & Vinegar Kettle Chips. So these chips have been sitting on my counter calling to me all day. I stared at them while I munched on my afternoon snack of raw broccoli. Crunch is good, but where's the salt? I watched that bag of chips while I was cooking my chicken & veggies for dinner. I found myself looking at the back of the bag . . . calculating. Okay, I know I'm at the very low end of both my calories & fat for the day. One serving wouldn't hurt anything. Famous last words, right?
You know the commercial, "Betcha can't eat just one". That's me. I know that one serving of chips is not going to do damage. It's not the chips that are a problem. It's the ONE SERVING!
Now, I was a smoker for 15 years. I tried many times to quit. But each time I'd get a couple of days or even a couple of weeks into it, I'd think, "I can have just one". It NEVER works that way! It wasn't until I saw the plus sign on my pregnancy stick that I was able to quit for good. (4 years, 8 months ago). YAY!
Well these chips bring me back to that place. I find myself trying to convince myself that yes, I can just eat one serving. It's the pre-kiddo me saying, I can just smoke one. It's the recovering alcoholic saying, i can have just one drink.
I'm not going to get rid of the bag. The chips are not evil. But I will win this one. Like the plus sign on my pregnancy stick, I am putting a sticky note on the chips with a minus sign with the number 14 . . . to remind me of what I have lost so far. I am determined to beat this bag of chips. My husband will see the bag & open it. Probably tonight. I will pass because I have that control. Then tomorrow, the bag will be opened, but I will still pass. In a few days the bag will be in the trash and I will walk straighter and prouder knowing that I won against the chips.
. . . somebody check in on me tomorrow. . . .