Over the past few months I have struggled to develop a new habit- exercising once ever day of the week. The weekends are especially difficult as we do a lot of random activities on those days. Hunger strikes me at a common time as others- when I'm feeling nervous about something. Lately, I have not been nervous but anxious. The boys will be entering summer vacation. This means a big shift in our weekly schedule will take place. I have so much plate at this moment that I don't know how it will all take shape.
Sitting at my hub, I begin to feel the need for something soft and soothing in my mouth. Comfort foods like mashed potatoes with gravy and pan dulce overpower my thoughts. I have a half muffin looking at me at this moment. An internal struggle for the pillowy treat makes my mouth water. If I throw it in the trash the problem will be solved, then again is not a waste to throw away food?
I'm not hungry but the temptation is intense and it takes all my courage to look the other way. I offer the muffin to my husband who only refuses to quickly and easily. How can say no so easily when I sit here contemplating to devour it myself. I offer it to my boys- they don't want a half eaten muffin from their momma. Apparently I have germs that came to existence just a few years.
Do I eat it and deal with the guilt later? No! Do I make a compromise with myself?- (If you eat then you have to work-out an extra hour for it tomorrow.) No! Do I put it away so I can finish it tomorrow. *drools* Yes. I need to be strong enough to know that it's more than a muffin I'm craving at this moment. It's peace of mind that everything is going to work itself out because it usually does in the end.
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