I guess you could say I have been in stealth mode.
If you didn't see my previous posts all last week, they are perfectly camouflaged, and my plan worked. Just kidding :)
There is something to say about being stealth; keeping a goal to yourself is so much easier than declaring to the world you have one, and then inviting them to track you! Holy moly.
But, the muffin top is stealth. It has creeped up on me. That means I will not be so low as to greet it at its own level, which is underground, where it haunts me. Oh no, war has been declared - - and not only declared, but, impossibly, declared WITH Congress's approval - yeah, take THAT!!!!!!!
I chatted with someone today I have not seen in a month. She glowed, like she had just transported herself from a humid clime. She declared she had lost a certain number of pounds since December, and I cheered, mightily, for her. What a huge achievement.
She called it her Christmas present to herself. Well done, pal! Well done.
I additionally cheered her because she did it ONE MONTH BEFORE most of us will - - now that is overachievement. It's good to get a leg up on things, isn't it?
What I was really fascinated by is her total change required major overhauls. She worked really hard to do research on how to eat without processed foods, and how to eat clean. Her changes are solely hers, and obviously they worked. Mine are completely different. But in much analysis over the past week, number crunching, chips crunching (whoops! wasn't supposed to tell you I eat chips), the causes have been Identified for Elimination.
Sabotage for me consisted of purchasing a bag of candy. Peppermint candy. Okay, to be specific, peppermint Hershey's kisses. They were for my visiting family over Christmas. Except then I found my grandma's crystal candy dish (gorgeous, and HUGE), and they looked so pretty sitting in there, waiting for when my parents would arrive... I ended up eating half of them before my family got here! Duly noted, not buying them again.
The other mistake was eating my husband's ice cream.
What kind of wife eats her husband's ice cream!??! He works his tush off to provide for us, and is a blessing when he gets home. And yet, I eat up what he has purchased as his treat. Yup.
But you see, when he is gone, I don't purchase ice cream. So when he returns, I am out of the habit. That is supposed to save me... but I just got so tickled pink to see ice cream in the freezer again I felt like I had to reacquaint myself with how it tasted. At his expense.
Poor guy had to buy three tubs of Reese's ice cream before he finally got a bite. I concluded, then, that lesson two is to start having compassion.
Avoid peppermint candies and have compassion. It's not usually a recipe to treat your body right, but in my case, it is the truth.
Hmmm. I am almost certain I have never read an article on these two lessons in "Health," or "Self," or "Airbrushed Models with Too Much Time and Rockin Workout Gear" magazines.
Just something else that proves we are all different and have different triggers.
Tomorrow I'll tell you how I am combatting The Muffin with exercise.
And not only exercise, but stealth exercise.
If you didn't see my previous posts all last week, they are perfectly camouflaged, and my plan worked. Just kidding :)
There is something to say about being stealth; keeping a goal to yourself is so much easier than declaring to the world you have one, and then inviting them to track you! Holy moly.
But, the muffin top is stealth. It has creeped up on me. That means I will not be so low as to greet it at its own level, which is underground, where it haunts me. Oh no, war has been declared - - and not only declared, but, impossibly, declared WITH Congress's approval - yeah, take THAT!!!!!!!
I chatted with someone today I have not seen in a month. She glowed, like she had just transported herself from a humid clime. She declared she had lost a certain number of pounds since December, and I cheered, mightily, for her. What a huge achievement.
She called it her Christmas present to herself. Well done, pal! Well done.
I additionally cheered her because she did it ONE MONTH BEFORE most of us will - - now that is overachievement. It's good to get a leg up on things, isn't it?
What I was really fascinated by is her total change required major overhauls. She worked really hard to do research on how to eat without processed foods, and how to eat clean. Her changes are solely hers, and obviously they worked. Mine are completely different. But in much analysis over the past week, number crunching, chips crunching (whoops! wasn't supposed to tell you I eat chips), the causes have been Identified for Elimination.
Sabotage for me consisted of purchasing a bag of candy. Peppermint candy. Okay, to be specific, peppermint Hershey's kisses. They were for my visiting family over Christmas. Except then I found my grandma's crystal candy dish (gorgeous, and HUGE), and they looked so pretty sitting in there, waiting for when my parents would arrive... I ended up eating half of them before my family got here! Duly noted, not buying them again.
The other mistake was eating my husband's ice cream.
What kind of wife eats her husband's ice cream!??! He works his tush off to provide for us, and is a blessing when he gets home. And yet, I eat up what he has purchased as his treat. Yup.
But you see, when he is gone, I don't purchase ice cream. So when he returns, I am out of the habit. That is supposed to save me... but I just got so tickled pink to see ice cream in the freezer again I felt like I had to reacquaint myself with how it tasted. At his expense.
Poor guy had to buy three tubs of Reese's ice cream before he finally got a bite. I concluded, then, that lesson two is to start having compassion.
Avoid peppermint candies and have compassion. It's not usually a recipe to treat your body right, but in my case, it is the truth.
Hmmm. I am almost certain I have never read an article on these two lessons in "Health," or "Self," or "Airbrushed Models with Too Much Time and Rockin Workout Gear" magazines.
Just something else that proves we are all different and have different triggers.
Tomorrow I'll tell you how I am combatting The Muffin with exercise.
And not only exercise, but stealth exercise.
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