It? Not the mind, attitude, or temper. The “w” word. Yes, that one. W-E-I-G-H-T.
It’s not that I’m truly overweight. There’s a roll or two around the middle, some extra flesh on the thighs. Genes, you know. Hey, if there’s a source to blame, I’m all for it. Better than admitting to being a <blush> foodie.
Getting rid of 10 ponds would be ideal. So why is it so <bleeping> difficult? Growing a third eye would be easier!
I admire people who have dropped 20, 50, 100+ pounds. That takes full-blown commitment and faith, and daily dedication. Kudos!
I possess willpower. Work out regularly. Walk frequently. Can bypass sales items, no matter how good the deal. Am able to sit through the most mundane of conversations, workshops, or meetings. Do many things I’d rather not be doing, simply because they have to be done. Willpower—also known as resolve, self-control, strength of mind.
When it comes to sweets, however, control and strength crumble like over-baked meringue. I love (!) chocolate and cookies. Not overly keen on cake, donuts, or ice-cream. I can say no to those. But turning a blind eye (and eager lips and tummy) to a rich delectable chocolate-oatmeal disc or a yummy, gooey caramelly chocolate is nearly impossible.
Nothing wrong with indulging in cookies and chocolate—everything in moderation, death to gluttony, and all that. Too bad I’m a sweets fiend. Call me Ms Vacuum Nozzle ‘cause I inhale those lovely bites of sugary goodness faster than you can say “Miss Muffett drizzles manuka honey on her curds and whey” three times.
Losing it. If only it were that easy. I know, I know: just do it. I will.
. . . Tomorrow. Right now, a dark chocolate-raspberry truffle is calling my name.