I’m not going to eat between meals and I’m not going to take seconds. Just today. And I’m going to try this for a year to see what happens.
That little voice is getting a workout this week. Our new offices are in a building right across from the sort of coffee shop that sells fresh pastries as well as sugary coffee drinks. It’s just a couple of steps away from our front door. And people stop into my office as they leave for a break or they come back with something tempting in their hands.
Luckily I’ve got nearly a year of practice in putting off ‘giving in’ until some other time — any other time, just not today. And even with that practice it’s hard. Yesterday I decided to wait until today to fill up my car with gas so that I could get an apple fritter at Quik Trip on the way to work. So now I’ve got an empty tank and their display case to look forward to in an hour or so. Maybe my lazy nature will probably encourage me to use the money card at the pump (I knew my laziness would pay off if I stuck with it long enough!)
And then there was the pizza thing yesterday. Someone stopped by to see if I wanted to join in a group pizza purchase. I brought my lunch yesterday, so I didn’t. But I stopped by the Staff Room at lunch time to say hi to a couple of friends. And it was the weirdest thing! Each person had a plate of 3 thick pieces of pizza, thick, cheezy pizza. And it looked terrible to me. You’d think I would have some regret for not joining in — but, no — it was too much.
Somewhere here there’s a lesson (at least that’s what I’m always hoping for.) Maybe the pizzas that we make every weekend keep me from craving the commercial versions. Maybe the fact that I haven’t had a Quik Trip pastery in nearly a year puts me at risk for cracking and eating a bag full — but I haven’t cracked yet.
And I’m sure the little voice will have something to say just when I need it most.
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I’m using a bit of guided imagery also. I keep imagining what the sugar from a fried fritter would do to my kidneys, veins and nerves. I picture little grains of sugar wearing them down like a fine sandpaper running through my bloodstream.
Maybe the medication helps. But by the time I get to work and am tempted by the pastry the medication will be past it’s peak effectiveness.
I’m not that concerned by the long term numbers. I just keep thinking about my Great Grandmother’s blindness and kidney failure. And my dad’s borderline kidney problems. And Ductape’s trouble.
And I don’t think a pastry is worth it.
(please let me be strong) I just realized that today is the day the deliver the snack machine to the new building.
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