So, long story short, I probably killed (permanently dead, no resurrection in sight) my car. Heavy rain, giant puddle, water sucked into the engine. Nuff said.
Today was the first day that I had to FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT the urge to fall off the diet wagon and get some comfort food.
Being an ex-smoker, I’ve dealt with these urges. In fact, I would have loved to have a nice deep drag off a cigarette as much as a strawberry milkshake and Wendy’s fries. Yes, those are my ultimate comfort food weaknesses.
Thank goodness I’ve dealt with the cigarette issue over the last 2+ years since I quit or I probably would have given in today and gone through a drive-thru (in the other car that didn’t die) and blown my diet all to hell.
So, what is my advice when the urges hit?
First you must accept that there is an issue. (I want greasy, salty French fries.) Ask yourself WHY you are having the issue. (Food makes me feel better.) And then tell yourself the truth. (It’ll make you feel better for the moments of consumption, but what about the health problems? What about the fact that you’ve lost 27 lbs and are on a roll. You really want to stop that just so you can taste some greasy salt because something bad happened today?)
Right. That was the conversation I had with myself about ten times on the way home tonight. THE TRUTH.
I came home and made myself a sensible comfort meal. The portabella-bun burger. And then had a protein pack of raspberry hot chocolate, which was very yummy.
I still have a dead car to deal with on Monday, but I stayed on the diet and won the battle over the urges, the cravings, the need for that old standby.
It ain’t easy, that’s for sure, but it’s possible!