Self Control

That's been a big part of why I am here today. I had a lack of it. I ate what I wanted, when I wanted. I ate with reckless abandonment. If I wanted it, I had it. There was some thought about what it was doing to my body, but that thought then would say, "Oh well."

Well last night I exhibited a bit of self control. I left work around 6:30 PM and was starving. This was a strong hunger. I couldn't quit thinking about food. I decided I had to go to Wal-Mart because I was out of food at the apartment. While I was in there, I saw so many things I wanted--pizza, polish sausages, hoagie sandwiches, potato salad--all things I love but that are horrible for me. I watched as my mind played this game, telling me, "Come on, you deserve one of those. You had a rough day today. It won't mess up your diet that much. You can start over tomorrow." I almost gave in. But I didn't. If this is going to be a reality, I have to answer that way almost every single time. I realize that there are going to be days where my only option is a greasy burger or a greasy chicken sandwich. When that happens, I'll make up for it. However, when those aren't my only two options, I have to go with what is best for me. My future is on the line, and I just have to realize that whenever those unhealthy thoughts go through my mind. So, I would say there was a bit of progress, but I've only just begun.