My dinner choices left me feeling incomplete. As though I hadn't even eaten at all. Like there was still this huge space in my belly that kept growling , " Feed me!".
I almost listened. I was only a few feet away from a bag of chocolate chips, a can of bacon flavored Spam...and the tequila.
Good thing there was also another voice in the mirror that said, "Stop! Focus. Breathe. Imagine..."
Sometimes it's difficult to imagine what we cannot see. But incentives can help. Yesterday my husband threw out an idea that made chocolate cake about as tasteless as mud pie. He suggested that when he loses 20 pounds, and I lose at least 10, that we will take a spur-of-the -moment trip. That we will get on an airplane and fly to the Caribbean, to the soft sandy beaches of the Virgin Islands.
Really? Well, he said so...
Even if it is just a fantasy, it kept me going. It made me realize that a vacation won't ever be exciting and fun if I don't shed some of these pounds that are holding me back. What fun is it to swim in a tee shirt and capris? Or sit on the beach with a towel covering your middle? Or be so tired that you can't take an afternoon stroll without becoming winded?
I'm a bit more practical than an expensive trip. I've already planned incentives for myself, such as a new cut, color and hairstyle. New underwear. A purse that doesn't swallow my cell phone. Fresh makeup. Spring decor for my house.
Whatever it is, imagine it.
Because sometimes it's that carrot dangling in front of you that keeps you from stopping.
Speaking of carrots, that's just what I pulled from the fridge last night. A few dipped in rice vinegar hit the spot without adding the calories. The bully in my belly was silenced. The gal in the mirror was happy.
Suddenly, I heard a new voice.
It was the beaches whispering, " We're waiting.....".