Thursday, September 06, 2012
Yesterday afternoon I felt like I was making real progress again. I was fantasizing about being thinner and toned after attending a core class and finally getting some strength training in. I ate well and was planning for success at my nephew's birthday dinner last night. And then I was presented with fresh baked dinner rolls and birthday cake and ice cream and I pulled the rationalization out of my pocket. It all happened so quickly: "well, it's a special occasion, and there's really no reason I shouldn't enjoy it." Now, it wasn't all bad--I did decide not to have an alcoholic drink, and I split an entree with my SIL. But on the way home I thought again about something I thought about a lot when I was closer to my goal weight: How can someone like me, who loves food (especially carbo-intense food), who uses food as a comfort and for celebration and for socializing, expect to make the type of lifestyle change required to maintain a healthy weight in the long run? I don't have an answer today.
I woke up this morning, and the memory of last night's birthday cake lingered. I was craving a tasty morning baked treat. Currant scones, perhaps? And then I spent some time thinking about how I would eat almost the whole batch today. That would not be prudent. And I decided to stick with the usual--a slice of whole wheat toast with peanut butter. Small steps, celebrating good choices!