Oh how I wish that the title was some witty way of bragging about all the weight loss that is (not) happening for me.
Instead, it’s how I feel tonight. In terms of will power and the ability to stick with my plan.
Tonight I fell down because I was tempted with potato chips, pizza, and brownies.
And I ate all of them. Not all of all of them, but some of all of them. Too much of all of them.
Why is it so hard sometimes to resist those temptations that we are faced with? Maybe I try to be too strict with myself. Or maybe I fall down in times of low blood sugars.
Why is food so powerful sometimes? How does it have the ability to make the best of our intentions collapse into chocolate laced brownie crumbs?
I think that while I am beginning to really appreciate the effect of food choices on my blood sugar, that it often makes me mad and angry. It makes me rebel against it.
But afterwards I feel little. Small and weak willed. Unable to make the “right choice” in the heat of the moment. What kind of person am I if my resolve fails when a brownie is put in front of me?
The “power of food” cuts both ways, and it deserves a little more respect from me. The respect we give Mother Nature for her awesome, life giving gifts on one hand, and her devastating destructive powers on the other.