Not even 8 hours after conquering the Stairmaster, there I sat in the kitchen mindlessly stuffing my face.
A battle won, and a battle lost….all in one day.
How is that even possible?
I knew the answer, almost before I even asked the question.
I had let my guard down.
I should have known better.
Stay out of the kitchen when you are stressed.
In fact stay as far away as possible – out of range of the siren call of temptation.
Today it was hummus. Not just any hummus mind you….caramelized onion hummus!
I was hooked from the moment I had sampled it at Costco (Costco is evil I tell you!)
And those crackers…..the most gloriously light, crispy, tasty crackers – and gluten-free to boot!
I just couldn’t stop dipping….and dipping…and dipping.
Now a year and half ago what would typically happen after that scenario played itself out is that it would trigger an internal cascade of events beginning with the appearance of Little Miss Obnoxious, who would derive perverse satisfaction in replaying my “failure” for me in excruciatingly exquisite detail, and then moving on to replaying past “failures”, in equal detail.
On good days Little Miss Obnoxious would tell me “You blew it….again!….How could you? You really need to get control. All your hard work….out the window”. When Little Miss Obnoxious was feeling particularly nasty she’d tell me “You are such a cow! Look at the size of that butt! And that face – seriously – zits at your age? It’s so unfair that someone so old is still getting zits, and……”
On and on she would go, getting less and less relevant to the original situation that triggered the rant in the first place, making me feel worse and worse until I found myself……..