Things have been excellent as far as the eating plan goes.
Except for those occasions (which are happening less and less … hooray!) when the evil thoughts creep in. The ones that pop up out of nowhere and make me think how awesomely delicious a cupcake piled high with frosting would taste.
And I realize that I really don’t want just one cupcake. I want to eat lots … until I’m finally forced to say “no more” because I’m stuffed.
And actually that’s good. That I realize that I really want to eat and eat and eat cupcakes and wouldn’t be satisfied with a bite or two or three or even an entire cupcake.
Because then I’m not trying to justify a bite or two and pretending that I can do moderation.
So I have these thoughts and then think to myself “SO not going to happen” and I move on.
Choosing to feel great and in control.



