"I'm thinking of giving up drinking alcohol for Lent. Except I don't think I can give it up for the full 40 days - I might give it up for 20 instead. I could manage 20 days . . . they might not be consecutive though."
A quote from me, a few days ago.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm ever MEANT to lose weight. I decide over and over again to get on board the diet wagon and feel like temptation is just constantly being put in my path. How am I supposed to resist? I'm WEAK, peoples.
And if someone puts pretty sugary food in front of me I WILL eat it.
(Unless it contains bananas or marzipan)
Unfortunately the main place this is a problem is in work, where people bring in cakes and biscuits if they have a special occasion. (Yes they have to bring in the cakes for their OWN special occasion - ie I have to bring in cakes on MY birthday.) Most of the time, I can resist . . . mainly because they tend to be placed over the other side of the office. And, while I am easily tempted by food, I am also pretty lazy (another problem when it comes to weight loss) and can't particularly be arsed walking from one end of the room to the other.
However, one of my teammates is married to a baker. Which means he will often generously bring us in tasty treats. Which was why on Monday, which was meant to be the first day of my diet (for the five hundredth time), I found myself eating a piece of delicious rocky road cake before 9am. Naughty naughty.
I just couldn't stop myself. My eyes were bigger than my belly. (Not literally, I must stress. I would have to have some freaky-ass bug eyes for THAT to be true . . .)
But I shrugged off the guilt I felt and reasoned it was better to eat the empty (yet sinfully delicious) calories early in the morning in order to give them more time to burn off.
But when my colleague tried to convince me to eat MORE of the cake later, I finally snapped.
Well, when I say snapped, I exaggerate slightly.
I just accused him of being a feeder.
(What? Why are you looking at me like that? Isn't that how the rest of you refer to someone who is trying to give you another slice of cake?)
He denied it, of course.
(Well, you would, wouldn't you?)
It gave us a good laugh. Another of our colleagues came up so we shared the joke. His wife thinks HE is a feeder as he always gives her the same amount of food as he eats. "But when I give her LESS, she complains and asks why I have more than her," he added in exasperation. "Women!!!"
(I tried to explain that guys aren't meant to UNDERSTAND women; they're just meant to HUMOUR us. I'm not sure he got it though.)
Anyway, I digress. OCCASIONALLY I can resist rocky road. VERY occasionally!
The real deal-breaker for me though (apart from the aforementioned alcohol, of course!), is tablet. I can't resist it. That's why I try not to MAKE it very often. Because when I DO make it - or if someone ELSE makes it and brings it in . . . it TALKS to me. I swear it does. "Oh, Pauuullllaaa," it croons across the room. "Look at me, all sugary and yummy. Full of all the naughty things you desire. You want me."
I try not to look at it. Look everywhere else BUT directly at it. But it won't give up . . .
"You KNOW you want me."
I have to eat it just to shut it up in the end. . . .
After all, what if it starts STALKING me next???
What's the one thing YOU can't resist when you're trying to be healthy?