Today was a confounding day. You see, it started this morning with a call from Father Paul, the Padre of Holy Apostles Catholic Church. He was calling me to tell me that we couldn't meet tomorrow, Saturday at 8am because he forgot that he was conducting a mass, church service for those of you not Catholic. Priests hold Mass. So he said he sent me an email and I should look at it and decided of the two times, which would work better for me. After we got off the phone, I pulled up my email, yawning all the way, and saw his email. He offered me a time to meet Saturday at 7am, Yikes! or at 1pm. I emailed him back and said I would meet him at 1pm, thinking it was for Saturday. Wrong! I got another call from Father Paul at 2 saying he meant 1pm today, Friday. I said, oh so sorry, I thought you meant Satuday so we agreed on me meeting him in his office at 7am, the oh-my-goodness hour, and then I could go to mass at 8. He told me there was always hope and he would work with me to the end goal of me becoming a practicing Catholic again.
So I was up, and awake. I took my morning pill that requires I wait half an hour before eating or drinking, then I had a bowl of Lucky Charm. Yes, I know the whole point I stated when I started this blog was to start eating healthy and making myself a better person. Well, the childhood whim in me said we needed a box of sugary substance to eat first thing in the morning. Nana booboo! I alternate morning eating V8 and yogurt. Better? I think so. One of the things I learned in Weight Watchers was if you can identify a craving, it is ok to give into it, just pay attention to your portions. Which I do.
I am not trying to justify a childish whim, just resigned to to it. If you deny yourself everything and only eat what is considered healthy, you will totally blow it by eating everything in site and getting so desperate, you fail in mind as well as in body. You have to give in in a controlled way. Like tonight, this wrascally hubby of mine convinced me that Baskin Robins was calling our name and offered to go out, at 945pm, to the corner store and get me my heart's desires. It has been a very long time since I have had Baskin Robins so I said yes. Secretly he was the one who wanted it, but wouldn't have gone out to indulge if I didn't give him permission. So for the greater good of it all, I said yes. And this is where I sit now, ice cream on the table next to me, dogs at my feet and a very happy hubby at my side. Good nite!
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