As I was standing in right field (AKA No Man's Land) during my softball game last night, I thought about my weight. I thought about the weather getting colder and needing to be able to fit into my pants again. Pants that might be too tight. Shameful, Michelle. SHAMEFUL!
I thought about the choices I make. The trips to the vending machine. The stops to get a donut before work. The pleading I do with myself that it is okay to have these things every now and again. But "now and again" has turned into "much too often."
I don't smoke. I rarely drink. I don't talk on my cell phone while driving (I use hands free only). I don't take a lot of risks in my life. I'm Betty By the Book. I follow the rules. I wish I could follow the rules that will lead me to a more comfortable weight. I wish I could switch off that urge to indulge in junk food so often.
Chocolate tastes good. Donuts taste good. I don't need them. You don't NEED them. Step away. My life will not be miserable if I don't eat a candy bar every single day. Is there a patch or a gum that can help me? No. Smokers have it so easy. (Kidding)
Those voices in my head are so conflicted and often, the fat, chocolate loving voice wins out. I need to switch her off. I know what is right. I know I can do it. I can stop myself from grabbing .75 cents and getting a Milky Way. It is possible.
But if you find an anti-chocolate patch, please let me know.