Friday, January 04, 2013
When I started at Weight Watchers five years ago, I was out of control. I was eating too much food. I didn't care what I was eating. There is a Home Depot about one mile from my house. It's a big one too. But if I needed to go to HD, I would go to one more than five miles away. Why? Because there was a Burger King right next door and I could get those chicken sandwiches that are as big as a half sub.
I was certain that all the damage I had done to my body by being over weight, and over eating was irreversible. I was absolutely convinced that my arteries were so clogged that I was doomed to have a massive coronary within a year. I expected to be dead before the end of 2009.
I did not care. I had no control.
Now five years later, I so tickled by the control that I have. When the kids get french fries, I ask for four. Just four. I love the taste of McDonald's french fries. "Dad, why don't you just buy a kiddie size fries for yourself?" Because I would eat the entire bag. I only want a taste. I don't need a meal.I am in control now.
This evening, I was for the third day in a row putting supper on the table. Not just setting it up so we could eat it watching TV. In the dining room on the table with candles lit. It was only bean soup, corn bread, and vegetables. But it was going on the table. She(WMBO) called mid slow traffic to invite me to meet her at the Double-T Diner for dinner. I had the control to say no.
And on dinner, we realized that if we were eating at home we would be eating the same thing, so why not do that at the restaurant? Now we often share a plate. And even then, we have leftovers to take home!
Today, I had no desire to get cold gear on and go run. I was supposed to run 13 miles but I didn't want to run even 1. So I left the house promising me that I would run 3 miles or so. By the end of two-and-a-half I decide to go for it. I was still a good quarter mile from the house and my watch said 13.35 miles. Enough! I walked it in the last quarter.
But I was in control!
I have admittedly allowed some things to slip. But on reflection, I realize that I am in control and before I allow myself to give up control, I am going to take it back.