My journey back on program has not been easy nor has it been perfect. I have several weeks where I'm doing great and then BOOM - not so great. Sometimes it's just a one time thing and other times it lasts a day or two. When I eat non-key foods, like carbs and sugars, my body wants more of the same. The key is to not eat those foods and eventually they stopping calling your name.
Sunday morning I poured hot frothed milk into my coffee and discovered the milk had gone bad. I jumped into my car and backed out of my garage to get milk at a nearby gas station, as the grocery store wouldn't open for a few more hours.
I maneuvered the quick turns within my neighborhood toward the main road and that's when Little Mean Girl, one of my inner critics, started talking.
Time seemed to slow down as I approached the main road. The battle with Little Mean Girl was less than a minute, but as I waited for an opening to make my turn, the inner dialogue kept repeating over and over like a dusty needle caught in a groove of a vinyl record. My mind was caught in a loop and I was having difficulty clearing the dust.
The traffic thinned out and provided an opening for me to turn. I pushed past the loud sugar calls and turned left.
It felt as if I was going against the laws of gravity to make this turn, but I did it anyhow.
I only needed to push beyond that moment and to set my trajectory toward the destination I where I wanted to arrive, to silence the calls of sugar and carbs.
Each time I hear these calls, I need to repeat this process:
What about you? What do you do when you hear the calls of sugar or carbs?
Little Mean Girl is always pointing me in the wrong direction! |
I maneuvered the quick turns within my neighborhood toward the main road and that's when Little Mean Girl, one of my inner critics, started talking.
Turn right! You can get milk AND something sweet to have with your coffee!"Oh no! Not this early in the morning!" I thought to myself.
Time seemed to slow down as I approached the main road. The battle with Little Mean Girl was less than a minute, but as I waited for an opening to make my turn, the inner dialogue kept repeating over and over like a dusty needle caught in a groove of a vinyl record. My mind was caught in a loop and I was having difficulty clearing the dust.
The traffic thinned out and provided an opening for me to turn. I pushed past the loud sugar calls and turned left.
It felt as if I was going against the laws of gravity to make this turn, but I did it anyhow.
I only needed to push beyond that moment and to set my trajectory toward the destination I where I wanted to arrive, to silence the calls of sugar and carbs.
Each time I hear these calls, I need to repeat this process:
- Turn down the volume on Little Mean Girl.
- See the choices and the consequences.
- Set my trajectory to where I want to arrive.
- Take the correct turn.
- Repeat.
- Repeat.
- Repeat.
What about you? What do you do when you hear the calls of sugar or carbs?