Its been 5 days now and not a chip or chocolate has passed my lips. For someone who was getting through a 160 gm bag of chips and 300 gms of chocolate pretty much every day thats decent going if I don't say so myself
Even better I have not WANTED them and even tonight when I walked to the shop and imagined the good feelings I would get from chips and chocolate not only couldn't I really summon them up I actually thought "Ugh, you don't want that, thats old you. No more".
I don't want to get ahead of myself but thats exactly the same kind of thinking I had when I gave up drinking and then gave up smoking. Out of the blue I just didn't want to anymore and its feeling the same for this.
I guess 3 years down the track from going sober and 12 months off the cigs has now given me enough time to work on my eating. And I am no longer distracted by "I wish I wasn't drinking" or "God I have to stop smoking" its just one thing now.
Had an interview yesterday (Friday) for a new job (which I got ) and I was of course nervous leading up to it. My standard thing would then be to rush out of there at the end, get home and chow down on junk to soothe/celebrate but I had a small pasta and some salad for lunch and that was it. Very, VERY unlike me.
I thought I would just jot some things down as I have had a habit over the past few months of calling in once and disappearing but I will be around ongoing methinks !
"A guy walks into a bar looking frustrated. The bartender asks, "What's the matter?"
The guy replies, "Well I've got these two horses and I can't tell them apart. I don't know if I'm mixing up riding times or even feeding them the right foods."
The bartender suggests, "Why don't you try shaving the tail of one of the horses?"
The guy says, "That sounds like a good idea, I think I'll try it."
A few months later, he returns to the bar in worse condition. "I shaved the tail of one of the horses, but it grew back and I can't tell them apart again!"
The bartender says, "Why don't you try shaving the mane?"
A few months later the guy is back. "I shaved the mane of one of the horses, but it grew back!"
The bartender yells, "Just measure the damn horses. Perhaps one is slightly taller that the other one!"
The guy storms out of the bar.
The next day, the guy runs into the bar. "It worked, it worked!" he exclaims. "I measured the horses, and the black one is two inches taller than the white one!"