Hands up who’s ever been tempted to whack something on a credit card because you wanted whatever it was in that moment, and figuring out how you were going to pay for it was a problem for Ron…as in later on…not just me then..? Years and years ago I got myself into a right old pickle doing that very thing, it was a hard lesson to learn. Much time was subsequently spent working my balls off to dig myself clear of the brown stuff, and I’m a bit more careful these days, although my halo has more than a few dinks in it and the odd bit of tarnish, if truth be told.
Yesterday, in discussion with the asshole voice, I found myself agreeing in principle to eating some of my lovely artisan crisp breads with tuna and mayo topping, for which I was planning to use exercise points that I hadn’t earned at that point.
Now, I’m still wearing my shocked face after the bitch in the bathroom delivered her verdict on the last week, and it’s fair to say that everything that passed my lips yesterday was scrutinised, weighed and regarded with suspicion until it had passed muster. I even drank water, which is unheard of given that it’s one of my I know I should but…things. Fortunately, just before I signed for my dieting bank loan I woke up to what I was doing and kicked the asshole voice back into the long grass.
I’ve flirted with that approach on and off over the last few weeks, and generally when I’ve front-loaded points I’ve followed through, you know, settled my debts. On the odd occasion I haven’t, I’ve got away with it which in the overall scheme of things probably hasn’t helped. And I’m not even saying that it’s never okay to do spend your food budget in that way, I mean we’ve got a life to live, right? You’ve got to have a bit of wriggle room to ensure it fits comfortably over the long term. But for me in the here and now, I’m pulling everything back to basics.
That means weighing, measuring and counting every morsel on a battery-powered thingamabob that doesn’t guess, or forget stuff. Earning extra points before I spend them. Re-committing to my hurt machine every single day that I’m home at night and making enough time for me in my busy life so I can do just that.
When the results are coming in on track it’s easy to fall into a bad habit here or there, and it doesn’t seem to matter much, you know? However, the minute you reach that tipping point where they grind to a halt, or worse start rolling backwards, damn straight it’s time to recalibrate.
And you know what, it feels good. It felt good last night to go to bed knowing that I’d stayed true to my goal by trying my very best and giving it one hundred percent effort. Today’s heading in the same direction. Nothing like dodging a bullet to focus the mind, right?
I totally understand the cutting corners, and robbing Peter to pay Paul, but it’s a slippery slope, and sometimes once you start down it, it becomes VERY difficult to stop the slide……
Hi Tib, lovely to meet you – and yes you’re absolutely right!
Ron has a lot to answer for in my weight loss journey!
Ha ha that’s it…maybe we should all blame Ron!
One of the proverbs of King Solomon is “the borrower is slave to the lender.” That works in money, and it works here, too, it seems. You don’t want to be a slave to the debt of having to always earn treats you’ve already had.
The only thing borrowing every got me was into trouble!
yeah me too Mimi 🙂
You go girl! Helps me today, to recommit myself to me…. Feels pretty good. Thanks for the shout-out! (I didn’t get on my sweating machine more than twice while Girlfriend was here visiting. Hope like hell it was sufficient to spend days walking like a tourist). Love, Fleury
p.s. Bestie from adult years I lived in Oregon is only about a half-pint, grrrr. A bit of deja-vu from girlhood surrounded by invariably petite locals – always trying not to feel like a monstrous huge ox. Who would have thought it??
Oy lady, I’ve seen your picture and you’re nothing like an ox! But OMG I know exactly what you mean…I was by far the fattest kid in school and I felt like a proper heifer!
I’ve missed you and the posse! No it’s not the lack of my skinny mail but the lack of TIME – there are stomach flus and changes of employment and even more dire things going on here the past week or so – I’ve barely had time to breathe. [don’t worry – my head is above water – but I’m paddling as fast as I can]
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I’ve had many of the same days in a row where I’m not really being diligent and I’m not on track and I haven’t even gone near the scale or the gym – I think in a few days enough should be healed/settled/improved for a reset to occur.
But you know what? That’s life. Your extra pound is life. The point is you’re not giving up and neither am I – any mistakes are temporary and success is inevitable!!!!
What a breath of fresh air you are…of course we’ll succeed. I’m sorry you’re having a tough old time. Hang in there hun, we’re rooting for ya 🙂