My willpower and I had a showdown today at work, AND I WON. I said no to a crock pot full of warm melted white chocolate. I said no again to the crock pot full of warm melted milk chocolate. I said yes to the strawberries piled up next to the two crock pots full of devilishly wonderful bad stuff. (I had to say yes to something or I might have cracked. Any why say no to strawberries?) And then I left the room. Didn’t look back. Only drooled a little bit over the plates my coworkers brought into our next meeting. I am stronger than white chocolate!
Then I went to the gym for two hours (back to back classes), and then had a little bit of cheese with crackers and apple slices with peanut butter for dinner. I need to feel virtuous (and crow about it) or I might lapse into recriminations for making myself missing out on strawberries and bananas dipped in melted white chocolate. I’m on day three of calorie-counting again, and I’ve instituted the rule that worked so well for me last time: if I can’t count it, I won’t eat it.