Here’s my dilemma:
I have the mental strength and concentration to be able to swim 1 hr straight staring at the bottom of the pool and flabby old people doing aquarobics without any problems.
I can go out for a solo 4-5 hr bike ride without so much as speaking to another soul with only me, my bike and the great outdoors for company.
I can run for 2 hours or more by myself without stopping with only the sound of my feet hitting the ground and my breathing to crack the silence.
I get up at wee hours of the morning and or I am on the trainer late into the night if needed. I do this for 10-18 hours a week. Then repeat.
Yet when it comes to food I am mentally as weak as a kitten. Now, I know this is my weakness, and I admitt and address it by not buying junk food. I can walk through any supermarket or convenience store and not buy anything made by Mars, Hostess, little Debbie etc… Given the choice I do not drive through any restaraunts nor do I pick up the phone and dial for pizza.
Yet if someone at work or my wife happens to bring said junk to the house and or office I will spend half the day or night waging war with myself until I ultimately break down and take a bite of whatever offensive (yet delicious) food is tempting me. It’s like the scene from Animal House with the passed out girl and the angel and devil doing battle over the kids moral soul, yet my devil always wins.
I have explained my weakness (like superman and kryptonite) to my wife, to which she responds just cause I’m on a diet doesn’t mean she/the kids are and if I don’t want to eat just don’t eat it. Yeah, right. So this morning she comes to the office to help out and low and behold she brings, for her she says, a cup of the pre-packed Krispy Kreme donut holes. Then doesn’t eat a single one of them and then goes and gets ready to leave this afternoon. I tell her to take them or pitch them, to which she responds that she will be in tomorrow and they will keep and she will eat them then.
Yet here I am with 2 hours to go until closing and those chocolate bastards are sitting on the shelf mocking me, calling my name and laughing at me every time I try to go to the back office/break area. Problem is that is where the water cooler and fridge are and they are positioned between me and some nice cool hydration, so I dare not venture back there. Part of me wants to in a fast dash run back there and toss them in the garbage, but then I would be up the creek tomorrow morning when she comes in. Plus they are in a sealed container and they will still be calling me and referencing George Costanza who infamously said the eclaire was ‘on’ the garbage but not in the garbage.
At least ranting about my problem has got me 20 minutes closer to the end of the day and that is 20 minutes that I have not been tempted! Maybe I’ll put a rubber band around my wrist and whenever I walk by them snap it!