I haven't been to a fast food place since my post about "fast food no more." So that's good.
However, it hasn't been a breeze. I've thought about wanting it (but mainly when I'm hungry) and I fight it off. I've also thought of it for work reasons, but decided to work around it and avoided it altogether. Today, was a tough one too...
I babysat for a family I haven't seen in about 5 months, and they live about 30 minutes away. Usually when I leave their home, it's really late, and I get that late night hunger. Even though I didn't leave their house that late today, I still felt the urge to go to the McDonald's on the way home because of the habit and also because I was hungry since I didn't eat a substantial dinner. I fought it, and just kept driving home. But what is bothersome, is the fact that it was that difficult for me. I wanted to call someone and tell them to slap me. I wanted to tell myself that I didn't care if I got fatter. I just wanted to get the McDonald's.
I didn't go. The angel on my shoulder won. And I'm glad. I came home and I DID eat, but I was so hungry that I made a quick PB&J sandwich and had 2 persimmons.
Just thought I should share.
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