Saturday, October 26, 2013
In the gym vending machine last Saturday, I noticed bags of potato chips. And griped to a fitness instructor, "What are these things doing here?" Potato chips are my kryptonite, for sure. And the gym has always been a source of healthy-only snacks: bottled water, protein bars, fresh fruit: that sort of stuff.
"Well," she told me, "They're the baked kind. So they're pretty healthy. And only 120 calories."
OK, you guessed it. I caved. I've never really liked baked potato chips, but these are DELICIOUS! Had them all crunched up in no time.
And about half an hour later, I was in a convenience store buying my newspapers -- just checking out the chip rack. Wondering if maybe I should have another bag. Only 120 calories, right?
Only 120 calories completely empty of nutrition, lots of chemical additives with a whole whack 'o sodium too. It takes me more than 10 minutes of hard work on the elliptical to burn off 120 calories.
Nevertheless, I have thought about those baked Ruffles potato chips at least three times a day every day this week. Wandered over to the vending machine after my gym workout today. Yup, they still have 'em. And kept walking out the door. Well done. But then I checked out the chips aisle at the grocery store. The grocery store probably has BIG bags, right? I could scarf down a big bag in the time it would take me to drive home and hide the evidence . . . but my body's tracking whether "I" track or not. Didn't actually see them. Managed to get myself out of there before I succumbed to temptation.
Nope. Haven't bought any more baked cheddar cheese and sour cream Ruffles.
And I'm not going to buy any more.
More difficult: to stop thinking about 'em. When I really believe that I'm not going to buy them, I'll stop thinking about whether I'm going to buy 'em, and they'll stop tormenting me.
No choice, no choice, no choice.
Grrrrr. Please, get them out of my gym!!