I wanted to scream at them, I rolled my eyes, and made big disgusted sighs come out my mouth to the tv. I now know why I am not a trainer. I am just not that hard core. I kept thinking about wonderful ways to justify the cupcake, "you workout every day of your life" "what would a cupcake hurt?" "look at your people, they would love to eat the cupcake vicariously through you!" "eat the dang cupcake you skinny piece of white trash - who do you think you are? You can and yet you wont!" !
I pondered, I debated, I walked the floor, I figured it out, oh, the EXAMPLE thing, Bob said he had a cupcake last month, well, he qualified it to half of the cupcake, but he was trying to show people that temptations are passable, and that there is another way around them and even a little sin can lead to sabotage on the real goal.
I have been especially good at following my advise lately. The bag of chocolate kisses I had lying around last week - I hid. I hid them so good that when it was pms time I found myself ripping my kitchen apart frantically looking for a 5 minute chocolate peace buzz. I guess that is one of the good things about my advancing age, I can hide treats from myself and succeed. I had to laugh at the pathetic picture I was painting as a 39 year old pre menstrual mom searching for a bag of kisses. I gave up and had some hot chocolate instead.
The point is, the temptation was there, but my strategy worked, I out foxed myself. Hooray! I think that if I was the trainer I would have had to heavily salt and ruin the cupcake immediately. Even the garbage can would not have been a safe place to hide the luscious morsel when no one was looking. That is my season now, I am trickier than before, I can obsess about something tasty lying around, then I seek it out and destroy it by consumption. The secret for me to safe is to use the times I feel strong to protect the times I feel weak. I cannot ensure the safety of those kisses the day I find them. I just pray it is not 28 days from last Tuesday.