Right now I want a maple milkshake more than anything else in the world.
I also wouldn't pass up the opportunity to dive into a gloriously vibrant swimming pool of sour Gummy Bears, or M&Ms or Reese's Pieces.
I'd love to bake a ginormous fluffy Angel Food Cake just like Mrs. P used to make me for my birthday. I'd love to cut a greedy slice, place it in a bowl and dump mounds and mounds and mounds of sweetened strawberries on top. Then finish off the masterpiece with a leaning tower of puffy whipped cream. I'd love to lick the bowl clean.
I'd kill for a tall class of ice cold milk that has had a big squirt of sweet gleaming brown Hershey's syrup vigorously mixed in. First I'd take a massive gulp to satisfy my craving, and then I'd slowly finish the remaining chocolate milk one spoonful at a time.
I'm drooling as I imagine how delicious a massive bowl of Fettuccine Alfredo would be. I want it with a couple (hundred) homemade Olive Garden breadsticks.
Mmmmm or a nice big slice of Hawaiian Pizza with extra pineapple and a big side of Ranch Dressing to dip it in. Who am I kidding, I don't just want just 1 slice, I want 3. And hell, while you're at it, give me a bucket of Ranch because that little bowl ain't gonna cut it.
I want a plate of piping hot homemade chocolate chip cookies. I want them so bad that if someone handed me one right now I'd burn my mouth on the hot chocolate chips inside...And ya know what? I wouldn't even care that the roof of my mouth would be peeling off for days. It would totally be worth it.
Oh God, I'm drooling. Like baby in their sleep. Like a dog staring at a bone.
I. Want. Junk-Food.
I. Want. Sugar.
I. Want. Calorific yummi-ness that tastes like heaven...
But, even more than all of that, I want to say NO! And I am. I'm saying NO Amanda! I'm yelling it in my head over and over and over again. Because I've come too far to give in and give up all of my hard work. I don't need a maple milkshake, or sour gummy bears, or M&Ms, or Reese's Pieces. I don't need a ginormous slice of Angel Food Cake with sweetened strawberries and whipped cream. I don't need an unnecessarily large glass of ice cold chocolate milk, or a big bowl of Fettuccine Alfredo and breadsticks. I don't need 1 slice of Hawaiian Pizza, let alone 3, and I certainly don't need a bucket of Ranch Dressing. I'll survive without the homemade chocolate chip cookies, and my mouth...and butt...will thank me for it later. I'll thank myself later. And I'll be glad that I said NO! when I wanted nothing more than to give in and say yes.
Last week I lost another 2lbs and I am the thinnest I have been in a very long time. I'm SO CLOSE to my goal that I can smell it, and trust me it doesn't smell like cookies, or chocolate or alfredo. Only 8lbs to go.
I can do it.
I will do it.
And when I fit in my skinny jeans it will be because I'm said NO and I stayed focussed.
Thanks for reading, guys!
Take good care,