Monday, July 29, 2013
Don't worry. I promise that this little blog has absolutely nothing to do with the nonsense nowhere sport that some call spinning. That is a dreadful enterprise. This blog has all to do with the spin that I am putting on my recent caving into temptation.
More good news. For those of you who were thinking... "Hey, why is this clown shirtless all of a sudden? Please put something on..." Fear not, at this rate, shirts, bulky sweaters, and maybe even tents will be needed to cover up the paunch that is creeping back.
And finally, as for the real subject matter at hand: temptation...
I must report that I am truly glad I ate those wings tonight. And for a couple of pretty good reasons, or so I think. And btw the spin cycle is off. I am being honest and would most welcome and appreciate any feedback, particularly the candid kind.
The wings were delicious. And even way better than I remember. Given my proclivities, which have been tempered in recent months due to hard work, my goals, and the good inspiration coming by way of good folks on this site, I am eating less of the bad stuff these days. Wings have definitely been on the "no" list for quite some time. And, given some recent progress and a shrinking waistline, I must conclude that the no wing rule has been helping me to attain my goals. But still, I feel justified. So let me get back to the point.
Full disclosure, there was a time when I would actually put in a double-order of wings and then put them down in one sitting, and often over drinks. And this type of behavior was not unusual for me. Today, I do not drink at all, which is a good thing for so many good reasons, my weight and health notwithstanding. So, I figure, one order, minus the empty drink calories, after months of wing-free living, equals progress. I am not exactly proud that I gave in to temptation, but I am ok with it too simply because this type of behavior is no longer the norm for me. I left the restaurant feeling satisfied, sated, not sick and guilty.
Maybe the guilties have been just as much the problem for me as the food itself. My thinking is changing. I can deal with a few wings every six months or so. It is not a habit anymore, but a conscious decision not to be bad per say, but just to eat differently once in a while. As long as I get back to healthy eating tomorrow, I am in good shape.
Assuming for the moment that a few folks have actually read this long-winded entry, and thank you for doing so, I am now bracing myself for your feedback. And I do certainly appreciate it.