Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Today at work I was able to pass by the secretary's little basket of chocolates without a second glance. But this evening, my finger was this close to dialing for a takeout quesadilla. You see, I'm underslept, PMS'd, and so glad this is my recovery week. In the past, I probably would have given in to the tiniest of cravings. But now, I think twice before stuffing myself like a pretty little bell-pepper. It's just not worth it.
Today as I going around my day, the sight of my arms kept surprising me. No, really, hear me out. I'm honestly not as vain as I pretend to be. The other day I mentioned on my thread how I think that we often still see ourselves as our former fat selves. Sometimes our brains take a while to really believe that the transformation has actually occurred and to replace the old image of who we were with who we have become. So, when I saw my arms today, it was just this wonderfully pleasant reminder that this is really me.
So: tonight, instead of calling the local Mexican restaurant, I called coach Josh, who is also my friend. We talked about all sorts of life stuff, and before I hung up the phone, I sneaked in the comment, "Hey, Josh, I think I want to stuff my face with a quesadilla." His response was a simple: "Just eat something healthy."
I don't know why that did the trick. Maybe only part of me wanted to cheat. Maybe the way he said, "Just eat something healthy," made it sound like there was a fun alternative. Honestly, I'm not sure.
But, I got off the phone, made myself a salad, put my boca burger in a wrap, and pretended it was a burger. A quesadilla would have been yummy, it's true. But I already had my cheat meal on Saturday. I was only seeking to splurge out of laziness and a desire for comfort.
I'm really glad I didn't indulge for the wrong reasons. Mouthful by mouthful, workout by workout, that's how we get from where we are to where we want to be.