A couple days ago I did yet another determined "that's it!" moment. This sort of moment runs like this:
Paca: That's it! I am in control of my own life. And if I wish to weigh less, I will. So it's back to eating healthy, right? Right. At least as of this moment, no more candy bars or chocolate. Easy first step. And I will not put myself in situations either where I am inclined to binge just because I'm bored or to keep energy up. Yes, self? Yes.
Paca goes to sleep. Next morning arrives.
N: Happy Halloween! Where do you want to take B trick or treating this year?
That's right. I managed to cluelessly swear off candy the night before the whole family walks around getting bags of free candy.
I'm an idiot.
So now I keep imagining this likely future conversation:
Paca: That's it! When it rains, only the top half of my stomach gets wet! That's embarrassing. I declare that as of this moment I will run again three times a week. And I will watch my portion size. No filling plates up anymore, stacking things high. And definitely, definitely much less pie. I'm turning a new leaf and will live a lifestyle in which I am less tempted to do such things. That's what it's all about. Eating just what you need. Okay. Done. Good.
Alright everyone, do you have everything? It's time to go to your grandmother's for Thanksgiving.