Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Okay folks, I'm just gonna throw it out there.
I. Love. To. Eat.
I do. I love sweets and salts, meats and veggies.
I have (mostly) only healthy foods at my apartment, that way if I'm gonna stuff my face, at least it won't be purely crap. Lately, when I have the urge to munch, I grab a light string cheese.
The stuff's delicious. I have one in my lunch every day. So not only am I snacking on this cheese when I shouldn't be, I'm using a food that has been earmarked for my work lunches.
It's only after I eat it that I scold myself. 'I shouldn't have eaten that.'
Last night, I reached for that scrumptious cheesy snack. I stared at it. I whispered sweet nothings to it. Okay, not really. But I really, REALLY wanted to eat it.
I took a deep sigh. And put it back.
I felt in control. Sure, it was only a stick of cheese. And in the grand scheme, it wouldn't have undone all my progress. But in that moment, I showed that cheese who was boss.
I'm the boss.
It felt good.
And that is my cheesy story of the day. Womp womp.
Make it a great week, my Lovelies!!