Thursday, May 17, 2012
Today, I topped a tiny hill, otherwise known as thinking before acting. Seems like I say this every time, but it's been a stressful week. And last night was worse than ever; got into a midnight argument with my youngest son, since he was up talking on his cell phone instead of sleeping, like he should have done. His bedroom is just above mine, and he woke me up by walking across the wooden floor. Needless to say, I didn't get back to sleep until 90 minutes had passed, and I don't do well on only five hours of sleep.
So, being pretty groggy this this morning, I sat at the computer, writing down my food for the day, and thinking about stopping at DD on my way to work. I could almost taste the coffee, even though I had already had one that I made myself, and was trying to decide on a muffin (feels more virtuous, even tho' it has more calories!) or a chocolate donut, thus have my sugar fix along with a shot of chocolate. I usually have enough calories left at the end of the day that I can treat myself to a goodie once in a while, without going over my limit.
And it was suddenly like a little light went off in my lack-of-sleep brain. What was I doing? Last time I had a muffin, it was so big and so sweet, I had to save half of it for my snack. Did I really want to put that much refined sugar into my system, knowing it would make me feel slightly sick? And then I flashed on a SP article that I read just yesterday, about how a whole-grain bagel is still full of extra calories, even if it is truly whole grain. The size is so big that it's almost not worth eating; a piece of toast is a much better choice. And did I really want to eat that many extra calories first thing in the morning, which would mean paring down my food for the rest of the day, just to stay on track?
So I had my piece of toast, some prunes for extra fiber, and a yogurt for snack. Having taken a moment to think about my choices before I made the wrong one made all the difference. I didn't even crave the muffin and coffee, which surprised me. So maybe, after five months of being with SP, I am starting to smarten up. Not to say that I will forever make good choices, that I will be a beacon of food virtue. But it was a good lesson for me, one that I'm sure to think over again the next time I feel so down in the dumps that I want to do something stupid.
And it's nice to know that I can actually have a real dinner tonight, because I didn't make a bad choice just to get a sugar and caffeine rush to get me though the day. A muffin will last ten minutes, the good feeling I had from this choice lasted all day...