Sunday I allowed myself a small piece of cake and a cup of coffee, then I started being good. Until Tim bought me an ice cream cone at a church youth fundraiser. THEN I was an angel. Until Kristine reminded me that I owed her a just-us-girls cream tea. Unfortunately, the place we were planning to go was closed, so we went to Tesco and bought a pack of scones, clotted cream, an assortment of jams, and decaff tea, since our tea party was going to be in the evening. I had a blast- Kristine's the sweetest and funniest daughter I could have asked for- but instead of the one scone with clotted cream and jam I would have had out, there was a whole dish of them and I had seconds. As Mark Twain said, "I deal with temptation by yielding to it."
Ah, but today's a new day. I've made it past breakfast and so far, so good.
I think the key is forgetting about food. That's hard for me because I eat when I'm happy, I eat when bored, I eat when I'm distracted, I eat when I'm hungry, I eat when I'm not. So I've assigned myself the cleaning and arrainging of my bedroom. It's right across the hall from Tim's music room and it catches all the odd things that don't fit in there. There were 3 keyboards leaning against walls, just to name three of about 30 things right inside the door that didn't belong there. I relocated most of it and finished half the room. Today I'm going to find a home for the hundreds of cd's that Tim said two months ago would be stacked near my side of the bed for "just a day or two."
I'm back to feeling like my room is a haven and I'm not even done. This dieting thing is turning into a really good idea. Now to see if I lose any weight.