Woohoo! I feel like I've accomplished something awesome today. Awesomeness by doing *nothing.* :D
I've blogged before about my baked-good cravings. Some days, my thyroid makes it feel impossible to resist scarfing down cookie after cookie after cookie. So, some weeks ago I decided to end it. Giving into the cravings, that is! I know, if I can resist them long enough, my texture-receptors (because I want the fatty gooeyness, not necessarily the flavor) forget how much they enjoy such things. I have done a smashingly good job! I think it's been at least three weeks, if not a month, since I had anything resembling a cookie. There were several times I would have given in and bought a brownie from Mrs. Fields, except they were thankfully out of the ones I love so very, very much. I DID let myself have a small piece of chocolate cake last night, because it just felt like a night for dessert. It was a reward for a good day, and a good month. :)
(What is that, you say? The Easter candy I've been substituting? That's hardly a baked good, thank you very much...
The point I'm trying to make here is that I am fighting a baked good craving, not a fat battle... I'll address the chocolate problem later. Promise. If not soon, then definitely by Easter. What? Easter candy will be gone after Easter, so I'm not really addressing it all? Shhhhhh!)
Anyway, I was out running errands with the baby boy, who makes running errands very difficult. I had forgotten to grab my SlimFast shake out of the fridge on our way out, so I was pretty hungry after a couple of hours. I stopped at McDonald's for a yogurt parfait and a sweet tea (I don't really want the sugar, but I can't stand unsweetened tea, and I'm trying really hard to not have soda pop. So there aren't really any good alternatives...), and desperately wanted to buy their ::whisper:: passable but highly convenient chocolate chip cookies. ::/whisper:: But I prevailed! I enjoyed my parfait and away we went. We hit up the park, where the sir had to step in every snow patch left, and where my ankle didn't appreciate the walking. The sir desperately didn't want to leave, so I bought him some french fries at McDonald's as a treat (and that, thanks, is an argument for another day). Again, I prevailed over the :;whisper:: oh so convenient mostly tastiness of their cookies ::/whisper:: ! Woohoo!
One of these days, I shall progress to removing fast food from my diet, period. Especially from the young sir's. But there are just days when planning and timing don't coincide.
Today, I am extremely proud of myself for refusing to buy those stupid cookies. One step at a time!