So I have been latte free for 5 days. I had a slip on Monday so had to reset the "clock" but other than that nothing.
Last night I had a wobble and pinched 4 chips and a fish finger off my son's plate, then I had a side plate of the delicious smelling/looking curry at the Church event I went to later in the evening. Aaah! Not good.
This morning I felt pretty rubbish because I had "failed" yet again. I had that awful, hate filled internal dialogue going on - I'm sure you are all very familiar with it.
So clearly what was going to make me feel so much better about myself was a full FRY UP from the Staff Cafe and...an extra big Latte. Just thinking about it excited me! I had convinced myself, justified it, as I always do, that this was the answer!
I have to walk past the Cafe on way into work - I cannot avoid it or take another route, it is the only way to get to my office BUT for some amazing reason my legs kept on walking! I just kept walking by - my mind was saying "Hey wait, what about that sausage and bacon, go back, go back" but my legs just carried me on.
I couldn't quite believe it actually. For once I managed to not blow it completely!! A small triumph indeed.
The weekend is nigh and I have to say I am feeling quite twitchy about it. My "fat person" voice is telling me it would be a great idea to go and get some goodies to watch the rugby. My husband is working so he won't know about it, my voice says; "you can eat and eat and you can have it all to yourself - Yipppeeee!"
Even now, as I type this, I am justifying it and think this IS a superb idea.
I take my son swimming first thing Saturday mornings and to get the particular treats I so desire I would have to drive out of my way.
I just hope, like today, my body does not listen to my mind and drives straight home without deviation!!