I went back to the fitness center this morning and YAY the scale was the same nice, low number that it was two days ago. WITH clothes. So yay, and a pox on that stupid mall bathroom scale! (WHY do I do these things???)
Between our room and the fitness center there is an ice-cream shop right on the corner. I have to walk right past it a few times a day. They make those warm homemade waffle cones and the smell is overpoweringly enticing. I don’t necessarily even want ice cream, but the smell of those cones is incredible. (one good thing to remember is that smelling doesn’t cost any calories)
I remembered something from this great book I’m reading, as I smelled the waffle cones on my way back from the gym. One thing they ask is to rate your discomfort in dealing with some weight-loss challenge. Ie, how uncomfortable do you feel on a scale of one to ten, when you have to avoid something that you want to eat. First, make your scale. One is sitting comfortably in a cushy chair, and ten is childbirth. (HA) I’d say, walking by that waffle smell is about a 2 or 3 on that scale. In other words, I can deal with it. Take about ten steps and it’s over.
Now I’m going to meet a buddy who has gestational diabetes and we can have a healthy luch and bemoan the state of our pancreases (pancreii?) together. Yay.
January 30, 2009 at 4:23 pm
I know that ice cream shop. I’ve been defeated by that ice cream shop. Many times. When I lived closer, I had a stamp card there. Oh, evil, evil ice cream shop and their sorbet that calls my name even now. You have an iron will to be able to pass that by AND not to succumb to the mac nut pancakes. I bow down to you.
January 31, 2009 at 3:34 am
I think it’s cruel and stupid that this ice cream shop (and every ice cream shop in the world) does not offer at least ONE KIND of sugar-free ice cream. Bleah. A pox on them, too!