Today I was forced, against my will, to attend a work event. I can’t stand social events for work. Chit chat, mingling, networking…I hate all of that crap. A meal was served during the program, and I didn’t know ahead of time what it was, so I knew it was going to be a high-risk situation. If I pack my lunch, I have total control over what food is even available to me. An event where food is served? Not so much.
Luckily the meal itself wasn’t terribly tempting. It looked and tasted like it had been sitting a while before it hit my table. I picked at the chicken and ate a few pieces of grilled squash. I didn’t like anything else. Cooked carrots and most other vegetables are just oozy slime to me.
During the entire meal, though, a delectable, tantalizing slice of cheesecake posed seductively before me, topped with whipped cream, calling my name like a brazen temptress. Have I mentioned that I absolutely adore cheesecake? All I’ve wanted to do all week is eat, eat, eat, and now this!
Before I knew it, I picked up my spoon and grabbed a small bite. I had hoped it would taste terrible, but no such luck. It was amazing. I have been resisting temptation all week. Didn’t I deserve a little treat?
Maybe, but I still put the spoon down and firmly told myself “no more”. I don’t need the Weight Watchers points or the calories (18 Weight Watchers points and 400 calories in one slice, in case you were wondering). I was honest and logged my one bite, and I was relieved I didn’t have to log the entire slice!
You may have noticed that I re-launched the My Marine Boot Camp Challenge on the right side of my blog. When I was struggling so much, a challenge was just another burden and stressor. It wasn’t helping or motivating me at all. Now that I feel like I’m ready to move forward, I decided it was time to get back to my challenge.
My stepson had an injury not long after arriving at boot camp, so he hasn’t been in a regular platoon until now. So, if I am understanding correctly, his 12 weeks start now, not when he left last month. We miss him a lot, but maybe focusing on this challenge and accomplishing some personal weight loss and fitness goals will make the time he’s gone go by a little faster.
So, starting now, consider me in boot camp too (albeit a much easier version that what he is enduring). Here’s to me being a lot stronger, fitter, slimmer, and lighter before my future Marine sees me again.
Sweat & Sparkle 