It’s true—nobody said I HAD to eat the cookies. Nobody even asked me to eat them. My husband simply brought home the extra cookies (sugar and chocolate chip) from his meeting tonight. But for some unexplainable reason, which both baffles and angers me, I felt drawn to the cookies as though there was a magnet attached to them and to my fingers.
I saw the cookies. I walked away from the cookies. Then, by some twist of logic, I found myself making a u-turn and beelining straight for the kitchen. My hand reached out and snatched one. Yum. I walked away. Then the magnet feeling came again. Five times it came. Five cookies down the hatch, sure to cause me misery on the scale in the morning.
Why do I do this? Why do I allow myself to have such little willpower that a single cookie can send me into magnetic, robotic, “gotta have it” mode? Where is my sense of self-discipline? Where is my determination?
If this is where things are headed for the holidays, I’m in trouble. It’s really time for some drastic measures. I keep allowing myself too much room to wiggle…and to snack. I’ve got to crack down or I’m going to be making my holiday resolution my New Year’s resolution. Then that’s going to fail and it’ll become my birthday resolution, then my
Spring resolution, then…you get the idea. One thing leads to another and before you know it, six years have passed and you’re still complaining about the same things.
Nuh-uh. Not this time. I made a goal to lose 20 more pounds by Christmas. I won’t be able to reach that goal, but there is no reason, other than pure lack of willpower, that I can’t lose ten pounds between now and then.
Time to get to work. Time to dump the cookies in the trash.
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