Last night I had my first major victory. I’m really feeling the junk-food withdrawls (even though I thought I’d weeded out a lot of junk food, there’s still been a few things I haven’t been able to let go of) this week, inspite of my Reese’s Pieces Snack Attack.
Last night, as I was driving home from work, I had the strongest urge to go through the drive-thru at Little Casear’s and order my usual: 2 orders of Italian Cheese bread with their garlic-butter sauce. YUM!
I seriously almost did it. I was driving down the street, salivating over the thought of having one of my very favorite snacks, but I could hear the little Voice in my head screaming away not to do it.
The Voice kept screaming that:
1. I will never get fit if I continue to eat the same old garbage day in and day out
2. Eating that kind of crap gives me the most awful heartburn afterwards, and frankly, it’s just not worth it.
So I bargained with myself. I hate to do that…I’d rather just have the willpower to flat-out say “no.” But last night I wasn’t strong enough to deny myself, so bargained. I traded Little Casar’s for my own homemade garlic toast made from all of my whole wheat bread for the week and the rest of my butter ration.
I have to say, it wasn’t quite as good as Little Caesar’s, but it did the trick. It nipped the craving in the bud without the heartburn. The best part is that I kept within my ration allotment to do it! I probably didn’t need to eat all of my bread at once, or use up the rest of my butter, but I am choosing to look at this as a victory instead of a failure. While I didn’t make the best possible choice, I made the better possible choice, and that’s something I can feel good about, right?
You are doing so well!!!! Keep it up! C xxx