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So, there were free subs in the break room today because we had some people visiting from other stores to help with our cosmetic reset. They were from this place called "Firehouse Subs", which I have been wanting to try because I LOVE a good sandwich. I'm like the female version of Joey from "Friends". I had packed my lunch--a little salad with ranch, a sliced cucumber with hummus and some Carl Buddig turkey (yuck, but you do what you gotta do!) and I was kind of excited about the hummus, but then I walked into the breakroom and saw and smelled the giant box of subs on the table. My eyes got big, I started to salivate, I opened the lid just to peak....and promptly felt nauseated at the thought of destroying a few days worth of good progress with some rubbery old ham on some soggy old bread (yes, they looked good, damn good, but so does the guy who fixes the electric at work and if I'm not gonna ruin my relationship with a hot man, why should I ruin my WOE with a cold sub?). I moved that box out of my view, plunked myself down at the table with a magazine and had a right good time with my hummus and cukes. The best part was that I was able to walk away from my meal feeling good about myself, something I haven't felt in a food situation for quite some weeks now. My carb loaded brain keeps trying to trick me into having a little something, "Just a nibble, Sarah, you'll be okay. That won't hurt." Well, doggone it, I'm an all or nothing person most of the time, so I'm just going to have to be all or nothing about this. I plan on being the most tiresome person at the party and just say "no" to everything I shouldn't eat and not even feel like I have to give an excuse. "But why don't you want that cupcake/potato chip/chocolate brownie-of-death?" "Because I don't, that's why!" and that's going to become my mantra for the next 30 days until I make it a habit. Repeat with me, "Because I don't, that's why! Because I don't, that's why! Because I don't...." I'm gonna sit my butt up on that wagon this time and let myself know that I have a big can of whup-a$$ waiting for me if I try to push myself off!
(Thanks, y'all for the welcome back!)
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