I have had tremendous success this week. I watched the scale take a significant dip. I started exercising again. I ate well. I thought things through. I considered the long term health risks of not addressing weight. I thanked God daily for the excellent health I do have. I stopped myself from complaining as much as I could when considering the poor health and living conditions of so many millions. Then, this afternoon, suddenly a rush of negative worries stopped me in my tracks when I considered the upcoming weekend.
This evening I will have coffee with a good college friend. The potential for food disaster at the coffee shop is not too bad...but I did think about the collection of pastries and croissants in the glass case. Then I remembered tomorrow's farewell luncheon for a friend at...Cheesecake Factory...the restaurant which defines "fat city"...need I remind anyone of the pasta dishes, the baskets of bread, the fabulous drinks...oh, and yes, the thick slabs of cheesecake weighted down in whipped cream. Hmmm...what to do? Look up Cheesecake Factory foods online and get the calories so that I have a general sense of amounts. Knowledge is power. The problem is the social aspect. I can hear the voices now..."oh, don't worry about your weight...you are looking so good already"..."it's a celebration...you can always start again on Monday morning"..."forgot about it...you deserve it...we can't discipline ourselves as women because of hormones, metabolism, stress, men, cold weather..." I think the reader understands what I call "the power of the table".
There is a potluck dinner at my church on Sunday. This is also Super Bowl weekend...and of course I am attending a party. ...the walls of a perfect food storm are rising up all around me...but wait...poisonous projections...it is not even 2pm on a Friday and I have already placed myself in multiple situations where I fail. What a bad way to think. How can I get out of this? Why have I already succumbed? I have not yet begun to fight!...Shall let the reader know tomorrow how I fared...
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