I had a jar of peanut butter, and a jar of jelly sitting on my desk.
I guess I should stop briefly and mention that I work from home.
Anyway, I had these two jars of delectable comfort-food treats sitting next to my computer.
They looked harmless.
The jelly jar even featured a charming elderly couple posed similarly to the couple in the American Gothic painting. Only instead of the stern, fairly grim look of the AG couple, these two on the "American Northwest's Strawberry 'Real Fruit' Spread" label looked cheery and inviting. They looked like once I ate some jelly they might have just got me a glass of warm milk and made up a bed for me in the den so I could rest; perhaps leave a couple of Worther's Originals on my bedside table for the morning.
The reason these jars were on my desk may or may not have something to do with the fact that in the not so at all distant past ( a few days ago) I brought them in there...to eat...out of the jars.
Well, because I was born on Abe Lincoln's birthday, I too cannot tell a lie (other traits Lincoln and I share include chopping down a cherry tree with an axe and my trusty blue ox Babe, and the power to grin down bears by the age of 3.)
So, I must truthfully tell you that I ate some of these jars contents.
"Some" being a relative term.
To put it more accurately, I ate about 14 ounces of peanut butter and 18 ounces of strawberry jelly.
In one sitting.
But, THAT is not why I come here today.
No, today I write to say that last night I was pretty hungry.
I started thinking: "Self, you know what might satiate that longing hunger inside you?"
To which I replied: "The Peanut Butter and Jelly!"
"No, not the pb&j. Remember, you need to put those kind of ridiculous desires aside. After all, you just TODAY started your end of year weight loss and health re-start: 'The Hotness Begins: 100 days of Autumn (& Winter) ~ Motivationathon 2009, Version 2.0 - I'm Here for the Gangbang!"
Bitterly I protested: "Yea, but so what, tomorrow is when it really starts, on day 99. The hundredth day is just kind of a starting place for show. Kind of honorary, but not a real rubber-to-the-road, kind of starting day."
"No." I firmly stated. "Don't do it."
"But why?" I continued "Why should I trust you? Look at your ridiculous moustache!"
Well, I felt kind of betrayed and insulted, but I knew that I was wrong...er...right. You know, both.
Anyway, long story short (ish), I decided to not eat the remainders of the pb&j, or any at all for that matter. In fact, I threw them away entirely. Just a small thing, but more moments like that will ultimately reap huge rewards.
I believe they call that a NSV, which I think stands for Non-Sexual Vacuum. I don't really know.
In any event, I said no to the urge to binge and hell yes to keeping on the path to where I want to be.