Before leaving work tonight, the husband called and asked if I’d be willing to pick up McDonald’s on the way home.
Not Fast food, anything but that! Especially after my weekend of indiscretions which, unfortunately, included a trip to MickeyD’s.
But I said yes, and hit the drive thru on my home.
Now, any other day, the smell of the fries would be enough to send me into a mindless eating fiasco and the they would be gone before I even got home.
But not tonight! Tonight I had something. Something I’m not quite sure how to describe.
I went through that drive thru, I ordered the husbands value meal and I drove home. No bites, tastes or licks! I didn’t even want one and I WAS hungry.
This surprised even me. I don’t think it was a matter of willpower or that I was particularly motivated I really think it’s something else. I think it’s a form of momentum and mental preparedness.
Let me explain.
This weekend I did indulge a bit. I enjoyed some good dark chocolate, some bad fast food, and just allowed myself to nibble a bit more then normal. I gave myself permission to do so. That may sound weird but it’s true. There’s a difference between “falling off the wagon” and “taking a detour”. While “falling off the wagon” may require repairs and additional help, the “detour” infers you will be back on track sooner rather later. And I told myself Monday was the day the detour ended, so I ended it.
To end it, I started my day with a plan and a Racquetball game. I packed a bunch of healthy choices and by the time I went through that drive thru I was back on track, full steam ahead.
My momentum kept me going.