Good morning healthies!
It has been a while since my last confession...oh, wrong venue!
I really have nothing to confess-well actually I do. As I have posted, it had (note the past tense "had") been at least 9-months since I had any sweets, of any kind, at all.
I had the weirdest thing happen last night! Things are going great for me. I am finally getting the hang of my new job, I have a new potential love in my life-a truly wonderful butch lesbian who is crazy about me-things in general, are going smoothly right now.
I had bought a couple of tins of those Danish butter cookies, put Christmas cards on them and bows to give to a couple of my neighbors. These neighbors had brought my trash cans up from the street for at least 3-months, without bring asked, after my surgeries earlier this year.
The cookies had been sitting on my dining room table for two weeks. I had not even noticed them until last night.
All of a sudden, last night, I started to obsess about them. Tried all of my tricks to change my thought patterns to think of other things and I
just had to have a cookie!
I ripped one tin open and like the sweets addict that I am, probably ate 6-8 of them before my brain kicked in again and said: "WTF, these don't even taste that good, stop it".
I put my robe on and put them in the trunk of my car.
I can never, ever, buy or bring sweets in my house!! Now, I am working on breaking that thought pattern of total fail for doing this and getting right back on track.
What usually derails me (by history) is not a one-time of going off the rails but the aftermath of feeling so badly about it! I am working on putting it in perspective (a one-time fail does not mean giving up or berating myself until I feel hopeless and do it again).
I still have 12-pounds to go. Sounds so easy but after losing 50, for me: they are the hardest.
My body holds onto fat with a death-grip.
Now I have to buy another damn tin, put the card and bow on it and give them to the neighbors today. The open tin will go to work for the employees or if I am tempted again, I will have to fill it with water and throw it in the trash.
Confession over. I feel better now.
Sylvie I am so proud of you. I think of you often for inspiration. {{{Hugs}}}
