One of the successful habits I built while losing my weight was to apply the “I choose” approach to every situation. Even in maintenance, I’ve continued the habit. I dropped the “I can’t have” or “I must not” attitude and now look at everything as a choice. And choices are everywhere I look. Or so it seems.
One of my more, um, interesting choices presented itself yesterday, when I stumbled across (almost literally) this:
For the uninitiated among you, that is a Little Debbie Oatmeal Creme Pie. Or part of one. It was apparently tossed out the window [grrrr!] of a passing car and left there for some unsuspecting walker to have to dodge.
A hungry, Little-Debbie-lovin’ walker…oh, what to do, what to do! You can imagine the internal dialogue that followed:
Mmmm, oatmeal creme pie!
Idiot, it’s half-eaten.
But there’s still half left.
It’s on the ground!
Only on the bottom. The top is still fine.
Even YOU wouldn’t stoop that low.
It’s one measly squat. I’ll use proper form.
Hey, whatever happened to choice?
Okay, if you want to choose to eat a snack cake off the ground that some stranger has been pawing and gnawing on, by all means, go right ahead.
But it’s a Little Debbie!
Okay, so even I’m not into decadent snacking that much. Some choices, as it turns out, are not really that difficult. There is only one right answer. Obviously (and somewhat, regretfully) this choice wasn’t really a choice. Not after the 5-second mark, anyway.
At other times, though, the obvious “right answer” isn’t always apparent. I deal with it by 1) reminding myself that I have a choice, and 2) asking myself what’s the BEST choice for me. With that, I can make a mindful decision, one that will leave me regret-free in the end.
And possibly a pound or so higher on the scale, but that’s okay because I can take care of that with future choices.
How do you choose to handle temptations or changes in routine or snack cakes that appear out of nowhere when you least expect them?