The first big moment of the week didn’t involve scales, exercise, or even real food. It was a picture of food, posted by a friend on Facebook. A picture of one of my all-time favorite desserts, cinnamon rolls. Normally, this would make me think, “Damn, I want a cinnamon roll.” Instead, I saw the icing dripping off it, the sticky-sweetness of it, and thought, “Wow. That’s a lot of calories and fat. Yuck.”
The second moment came immediately afterwards, when I realized that I didn’tmake myself think that. It was an automatic reaction to seeing something with that much sugar. Without even thinking about it, I knew the food in that picture would take up at least half of my calories for the day, and even an hour-long workout wouldn’t balance it out. No matter how tasty it might be, it was completely unappealing. And then I realized I did the same thing the day before when offered pizza. “Thanks, but I already had my low-cal tuna wrap and 32 ounces of water. I’m stuffed.”
How we think about food, and about ourselves, has a huge effect on the choices we make. I like myself quite a lot, and I want to make good choices for myself. Sometimes, that might mean that I go over my goal and snarf down a cinnamon roll, because it just sounds tasty. But then I can make the choice to not do that again for a few weeks or months.
In semi-related news, I bought frozen vegetables today. I’ve never done that for any reason other than to use them as an ice pack.