At my dental appointment, my hygienist asked me if I had lost any weight and I was excited to tell her that I had lost 7 1/2lbs. I know that 7 1/2lbs doesn't sound like much, but when when you think about it....
8lbs of potatoes
8lbs of butter
7.5 lbs of baby
Then you are like...WOW...7 1/2lbs is an awful lot of weight! I mean I essentially lost an entire new human and even though they are tiny, they take up a lot of space. So there I am all excited about my weight loss and what do I immediately start doing? I start thinking about ways that I can reward myself. The only problem is that I don't think about buying a new cute pair of shoes or shirt. No, No, I immediately start thinking about rewarding myself with food.
I was right in the middle of my mental plan to order pizza and have a coke for dinner, when I realized that I was getting ready to drive right past my favorite McDonalds. (Its like that place has some crazy magnetic force field.) I start having all those evil thoughts about sweet tea and french fries when I remember this saying I once saw on Pinterest.
YOU ARE NOT A DOG.
STOP REWARDING YOURSELF WITH FOOD.
I don't know why but that statement rings so true for me. Every time I make any headway losing weight, I always start rewarding myself with food. And I don't think that I am the only one. Why, oh why, do women consider food a reward? Right here, right now, I have decided that I am going to start trying to rewire my brain to stop the insanity. Not only with me but also with my children. I know it will be a challenge but I am going to try my best to change my pattern of thinking.
What about you? Do you reward yourself with food?
Do you want to join me on a quest to change our thinking?
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