Not my feet, not my scale, not my weight
Finally got rid of that pound I gained when Joel was in the hospital (yes, I’m not above blaming him stressful circumstances). I’m at a point now where I’m seeing where things take me. I’d like to get down another 9 lbs or so, but it won’t kill me if I don’t.
I made some headway in thinking about my halloween candy dilemma. I realized that the only differences between the candy at work and the candy at stores were 1. an unaccustomed location and 2. it’s free.
I’m used to putting on my virtual blinders when I go to the store so I don’t “see” the candy. But finding it at work is tough after it’s been relatively junk-food free for a while. I did just fine when we had huge amounts of junk food at work because I had trained myself not to see it, and I just need to do the same now.
The second piece of it is they are “free.” When I see candy in a store and I purchase it, I have to make a conscious decision and pay for it. When it’s free at the office, that piece of decision making, the very act of making a decision, is removed. It’s not like the money involved in purchasing a candy bar is so onerous; it’s only a dollar. But it does make the transaction conscious in a way that grabbing candy out of a jar doesn’t.
So, I’m going to pay someone (some cause I don’t like? The George W. Bush Library Foundation?) a dollar every time I get a candy bar out of the free jar. It’s a bad deal, since I could get a big candy bar at the store for a buck instead of a “fun” size.
Will that make the difference? Maybe! Similar capricious rules have worked for me in the past. And really, why should I eat something just because it’s there, when I can spend a buck and get exactly what I want? Because I don’t really want it.
