Last week at work there was a birthday thing for a co-worker. There was cheesecake. There is still leftover cheesecake in the fridge. I have to go in the fridge to get my shakes, and every time I open the door, there it is. I just look at it and sigh....
WHY is this bothering me so much? I just want it OUT of there. I don't want to have to look at it every time I open the fridge. Last week I had to ask my co-worker to get it off the kitchen table, since I have to go in there to get my water. Some days, it is just too much. I'm not giving in, but at the same time, I'm feeling a bit tortured.
I look at this from 2 different views.
Old view:
Wheather it’s a health one, or a vanity one. I was NEVER one to look at a portion, plate, serving, buffet, or a tractor scoop full of food as a hindrance. When I went out to a restaurant, the first thing I looked at, was “what can I order, that is the largest portion” I NEVER saw food as a health issue, or that I could possibly get larger than I already was. I was large, and I was not going to get small, so why worry about getting larger? I see a piece of this or that in the fridge, and not wonder why it is there, weather it is temptation or waiting for some unsuspecting person to grab it, I just grabbed it, thus I GAINED WEIGHT!
New view:
Now its fun. I look at temptation as fun, challenging, and free money in my pocket. I like to know that I can resist these things with no fear that they will not be there in the future. If I opt to have that piece of cheese cake, I can do this anytime I choose. I like to look at them as the “past me”, knowing I have gained self-control, and I can actually (easily) resist them without feeling I am missing something. I know my strength has paid off with substantial weight loss. I know there is life after temptation. (leftover cheesecake) That standing strong to my willpower has paid off. I have forever lost this weight that has haunted me for 42 years. I have experienced the EUPHORIA of knowing that it feels like to be almost thin for the first time in my life. To me it is euphoria.
I am vain, maybe it’s because I am a Man, and maybe it’s because of my personality, who knows, and who cares? I sure don’t. I feel I deserve it. All I know is this is what I want. I like this feeling. Am I healthy? I think so, so much that my physician has written down this site address, and took Nancy’s phone number, because he is so astonished with my progress. He has access to Optifast (via Kaiser) but he has told me negative things about the Doctor’s visits etc.
I feel good. I feel great. I like the feeling. Again, I am the same person, but I see me through a different set of glasses.
If I can do this, so can you. SO CAN YOU. Resist that piece of cheesecake. Resist that one item that turned into two, three, and four things that got us here in the first place. I love the fact that I have gained control over this, and I never want to go back to the old way.
-Mike