When I am truly nurturing myself (remember, I had so much reproach and freezer burn in my mouth that the cookie didn’t taste good anyway), then the “discipline” becomes a happily made choice I want to choose over and over. Now I’m ready to say what it is I am committed to do differently during this season of Entitlement.
I will admit that lately I’ve got this laissez-faire attitude about my eating. I gained 6.5 pounds practically as soon as I finished saying “I do” 5 months ago, and I vacillate from being really irritated with that fact (particularly given my line of work) and copping a “who cares?” view. Neither is serving me to take action and, in fact, choosing to perpetuate a negative perspective naturally drives me to sidle up to my friend, Food.
I’m sitting here frustrated because I just broke my word to myself not to have any of the homemade oatmeal scotchie cookies in the freezer. The kicker is I didn’t even thaw the cookie in the microwave, so that in some warped line of thinking I could pretend I wasn’t actually consuming the thing. You can guess how good it tasted. Cold, bland, and full of guilt. So why did I do it?