If you’ve failed to notice, I work in an office of food pushers, specifically of the treats and sweets variety. Now, I love to eat. If that wasn’t the case, I wouldn’t be here. Cakes, cookies, sweets, treats, fried food, baked food, and most other foods with a few exceptions.
Outside my boss’ office she keeps a big ol’ jar of candy which I have fondly dubbed the “Giant Jar of Candy Sabotage”. I hear its siren song calling to me every day: “just take a piece of chocolate, it won’t really matter. After all, it’s just one tiny piece”. Yeah, sure. I can take just one piece. Then, the next morning when I get into work, I’ll wonder why there’s ten candy bar wrappers in the garbage can at my cube.
No, thank you; even though part of me wants nothing more than to concede defeat and start chowing down. I can be strong, and I will be strong, and every day I will congratulate myself for not giving in.
The co-worker who brought the cookies of doom a week or two ago brought cupcakes in today. I didn’t take a picture, nor did I bother to ask her what type of cupcakes they were. I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. It’s like banging my head into a freaking wall every time I walk into the break room and see some other glorious sugary treat. And you know that cookie I wanted so badly? Yeah, it wasn’t as good as I played it up to be in my mind. I mean, in term of cookies, it was good, but it really wasn’t worth the 150 calories out of my day.
Moving on to an only slightly related note: this whole knee injury thing is really getting to me. I’ve allowed myself to use it as an excuse to avoid working out. After all, the doctor didn’t tell me to stop working out, just to scale back the intensity and impact. After skipping nearly five days of exercise, I finally had enough with the part of me that was making excuses, put together a walking mix on my iPhone and headed out for a half an hour walk. And I feel great!
Note to self: the part of me that makes excuses has lost its marbles! Ignore, ignore, ignore!!!!
I shouldn’t be surprised. I know how great I feel after a good workout, and yet it still hasn’t fully sunk in.
Obviously, I haven’t finished learning my lessons, nor do I doubt I will ever fully learn them. But each new thing is really a revelation, even if it’s something I should logically know by now.