There, it's out there. No going back now. It's garbage day today, and I'm throwing it out.
Seriously, I thought about this my entire run to work this morning (which, I'm pleased to say, was significantly faster than last Thursday). There was this part of me that kept saying 'but, I can get back on track AFTER the candy'. Which makes NO SENSE since I've been trying to pull up my socks all weekend (and failing remarkably, I might add.) Husband is out of town the next couple of days so the temptation to "secretly" go crazy (not secret now) was almost overwhelming. But as I ran, gradually the little voice inside my head was quieted by the reasons NOT to eat the candy:
- I've got stuff to do that doesn't include dragging around extra weight e.g. rugby, life
- I like feeling nice in my clothes
- I like shopping for clothes
- I like fitting into things (airplance seats, amusement rides) without getting nervous
- I want kiddo to have a healthy role model
- I like the way I feel when I eat well. I've realized that there is this terrible vicious cycle - I eat poorly, so then I eat like crap, repeat....
Which makes me think, with husband away for three days, I have all the control in the world to clean up my eatiing (and go to bed nice and early when I'm grumpy ;-)