One hour at a time....
Thursday, January 10, 2013
Today is like 3 out of 5 days at work. There are cookies from a great bakery in the break room. If it's not cookies, it's doughnuts or bagels, cake or someone brings Olive Garden for lunch. It's honestly a nightmare when what I really need is to be completely removed from all delicious forms of crap right now.
Re-reading what I just wrote, well, it's a little sad. The sight of baked goods elicits fear? It's sort of pathetic...it's a cookie not a machete! It's disappointing that there is this "thing" in my life that just seems to have such a grip, and that it takes SO much mental work to battle it. So its time to get dirty and what I have to no matter how ugly to battle this demon of gluttony. There are so many people who just don't understand this compulsion to eat. (not here but in "real life") That little lie we tell ourselves that food will alleviate stress and anxiety, magically take the tired away, or provide us with the love/acceptance/comfort we need. Well I'm not buying it today.
Is the cookie, oh who are we kidding COOKIES, better than getting rid of this belly (again)? No
Is it going to give me the pep to make it through the next few hours? No
Will I be happier for having eaten the aforementioned baked goods? Not really
So here's the plan. Since I would like to swan dive right into the pile of cookies at this moment, I'm breaking this down into 1 hour increments. If I contemplate being strong all afternoon I fear I will cave, but if I can avoid eating a cookie from 1-2, then 2-3, then 3-4 I will walk out of here cookie free!