Cookie Dough Calls
Thursday, June 25, 2009
I should preface this entry by saying that I am not crazy. I am just a normal girl who is trying to lose weight. I say that, though I could swear that the cookie dough ice cream that is sitting in my aunt and uncle's freezer is calling to me.
See, it's the Edy's "Loaded with Extra Cookie Dough!" flavor, my favorite kind, bought for me as a birthday treat when I turned 19 last Friday. It would have been fine if my family and I had devoured it on my birthday. I believe that there is a sort of unspoken rule that on your birthday, food is fair game. You can have what you want on your birthday. Anything. Especially if you know that Edy's isn't sold in Ireland, and you will never again have this option until you are a working woman in the States 5-10 years from now.
The contrasting factor here is that I want to lose weight. I want it with every part of me, from my mind to my heart to the pooch of my stomach. I have been working too hard, for too long, to blow it on a carton of ice cream. One half cup of ice cream is fine, and I would do it too if I knew that I wouldn't lose my self control. I can see the 150s now, and I will save any chance of losing my self control until after I get there. A reward, maybe, for getting into the 150s. But damn if that ice cream isn't calling to me now!
You guys have probably all felt this way. You've done well, had a good day, and you're oh-so-close to hitting a goal that you have had for a while. And then it's that cake, or chocolate bar, or bag of chips that catches your attention. You know that you may lose your self control if you have it. It's better to leave it for now, so that if by some fluke you don't hit your goal as planned, you don't feel bad about that extra treat that you allowed yourself.
But you know what? We're all doing this for the long haul. If we have a goal that we want to hit, one little treat isn't going to mess us up forever. If we denied ourselves all the time, we wouldn't truly be changing our lifestyles, our eating habits. We would be limiting ourselves and pushing ourselves closer to the brink of losing our way completely. We would be living a life not really worth living, in my honest opinion.
I just got a piece of cookie dough. Put my spoon in, fished out one tiny little ball and ate it. I am drinking water to keep my stomach full, and I managed to treat myself but not blow it all at once. Maybe tomorrow I will factor a half cup of ice cream into my calorie allotment for the day.
Good luck, ladies. Stay strong.