Tuesday, January 5, 2010
oreo tauntings never are fun
My hair isn't done, my make-up not applied, my contacts aren't even in. I barely made it until breakfast and I dash about the house getting Ryanna ready for school and hope she's not late for the bus. I want to EAT. Something chocolatey. Something fattening.
This is usually what can trigger one of my migraines, and I'm REALLY not in the mood. I need to be anxiously engaged in my to-do list and not down on the couch with some headache.
I try something. I take away that stupid Spiderman car. I turn the t.v. onto Nick Jr. and sit the boys down in front of it. (I don't do it THAT often!) I go upstairs and sit on my bed.
I close my eyes entering a "no-thought-zone" and inhale deeply. My mind is FLOODED with thoughts about what's on my to-do list, who I need to call back, the thank you notes that I still have to write.....and on and on and on. I accept each thought, and remind myself that I have it all written down on the to-do list.....HENCE THE TO-DO LIST!!
I calmly remind myself that I have a goal. To achieve my weight-loss goal I need to keep up the will-power. It's a mind over matter. My brain is telling me that I want that Oreo, not my stomach. My brain is saying that I'm stressed and I'll find resolution with those 70 calories. NOT! I'll feel WORSE after I eat it. And enter awful CYCLE that I got into years ago. Exactly what I'm NOT going to let happen. I want the long-term and not the short-term satisfaction.
I imagine myself in Kohl's searching the clearance racks for that new shirt that's a size that I haven't fit into since I got married. Or going bathing suit shopping (also at Kohl's...duh!) for when I go to Hawaii this fall and how I want to knock Hubby's socks off. I say to myself... "If you can believe in it, you can believe it. And if you can believe it, you can make it happen!" I imagine myself in a real-life setting and I can nearly SMELL the store. That's exactly what I WILL have happen.
I love that saying. At this point, commercials have plagued the boys' program downstairs on Nick Jr., and I hear them starting to need my attention again. I take another couple quick cleansing breaths and open my eyes. I smile and get off my bed. I feel suddenly refreshed, my body is no longer shaking, I don't want that stupid Oreo and it's no longer taunting me!!
I think that I'll be able to survive this day. Those stupid Oreos did NOT get the better of me.