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This morning, I did one of the hardest things I've ever done. My brother was baking cupcakes for some reason this morning, the cherry-flavored Betty Crocker kind with the vanilla icing with the sprinkles in it, and I decided I wanted one. I'd had some cereal for breakfast, so I wasn't hungry, but I LOVE those little cupcakes! He had just taken a batch out of the oven, so I iced one up, and went and sat in my room at my desk and stared at it.
A battle ensued in my head. The smell of it was driving me crazy, and my mouth was watering so bad, that I almost couldn't stand it. I kept rationalizing in my head that it was just ONE cupcake. I've been working really hard lately, so I could treat myself. And then there was another part of me, the voice that usually isn't quite as loud as the BINGE!-voice, that was screaming at me to just get up, and go throw it in the garbage. "It's just a cupcake! Those things are pure sugar, nothing else, and you don't need it. You want it, but if you eat it, theres a good chance you'll give up on the rest of today and it will just turn into a big sweets-fest." It was crazy, the war I was waging with myself, and I was actually really suprised by my body's physical reaction to the whole thing, like I was seriously freaking out! My heart must have been racing.
Anyways, I didn't eat it. I came oh-so-close, but I put it back. And then I put on my gym clothes, and headed off to the YMCA to actually do my fat ass some good.
I usually have these mini-wars with myself about food, but I've never experienced one on this scale before. I could have sworn I could actually hear the voices in my head.....! Lol, but I was really proud of myself after, and so I had to share that!
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