My mentality about food is finally changing.
My attitude towards activity has actually been modified.
I am becoming more aware of what I need to do in order to get what I want.
This is how my mind works:
1. I begin by being presented with a problem.
Boneless buffalo wings are always a problem.
2. I let the problem consume me until eventually I consume it.
Except that was the old me.
3. Before I consume the problem in order to destroy it so that it stops taunting me, I ask myself what is greater than my problem.
I have come up with several interesting answers.
If I have activity points for the week, then I make the ultimate decision that The buffalo wings are less than my activity points earned, therefore I can consume them.
If I do not have any activity points or I know that I am not going to be doing any activity in the near future then my decision sounds more like The buffalo wings are greater than my activity points earned, therefore I am going to have to wait until I get my ass to the gym before I can cosume a buffalo wing.
If I really am at fork in the road, and I haven't had a buffalo wing in a very long time and I don't think I can get my hands on one for a while after this occassion, then I ask myself a very important question. Is my desire for that buffalo wing greater than my desire to healthy/skinny/lighter/etc?
The answer is usually no.
I want to be healthier.
I want to weigh less.
I want to feel better.
Most of the time, a buffalo wing isn't going to get me to any of those feelings.
Don't get me wrong, there are moments in my life when that buffalo wing is essential to my survival. I don't know how or why it happens, but every now and then my "swapportunity" just isn't a viable option and I don't want a grilled chicken breast with hot sauce. Sometimes, I make myself try every other healthy alternative over several days, until I finally decide that the fat little devil on my shoulder just will not shut up until I give her a damn buffalo wing.
So I feed the urge, track the points and move on.
I leave the guilt on the hot sauce soaked napkin.
I forgive myself.
I move on.