Going to the supermarket is a fight of willpower. Will I pass by the forbidden isles just to prove to myself that I can make it, or should I completely avoid them?
I usually end up testing my willpower past rows of candy, chocolate, cakes and cookies. Surprisingly I more than often pass the test as French sweets aren’t my style, but today I spotted the queen of all sinners: Oreos! Normally not common in European supermarkets, it catches me off guard every time I come across it. As I punish myself by calculating how many extra inches that now will be added to my waist, I am not concentrating where my feet are going and as I look up, I look straight in the eyes of a familiar cow, the king of all sinners. My sugar cravings are taking over my body as I read the label of a yet undiscovered flavour of Ben&Jerry’s.
A feel-good-quest for fresh vegetables and fruit has turned into a calorie orgies and I am defeated once again. Worse yet, I now know where to find those delicious fat bubbles that the skinny French girl will have willpower enough to withstand. It is now up to me to get rid of the temptation, piece by piece or avoid this supermarket altogether.
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I have decided to avoid the supermarket, it’s too expensive anyway - walking three kilometres to the next one is even good exercise, so good that I decide skipping the planned workout of the day. It does replace it, or so I have hereby decided.
All this exercise of dragging a week’s worth of groceries several kilometres and up four floors has made me full of energy, so I decide to take up baking for the evening (yeah, I’m that cool...) I haven’t bought a single unhealthy thing this time, so I celebrate by baking a crisp loaf of cornbread. I save most for lunch tomorrow, but devour a big piece with salty pesto.
As I lie in bed that night I congratulate myself for a full healthy day, when remembering that cornbread – it’s not as healthy as it sounds. Now how did that sneak into my plans unnoticed? Seems like I always celebrate being good, by eating something not good. I skipped workout for a couple of kilometres with a single shopping bag and celebrated it with a bucket load of carbohydrates and oily topping.
I usually end up testing my willpower past rows of candy, chocolate, cakes and cookies. Surprisingly I more than often pass the test as French sweets aren’t my style, but today I spotted the queen of all sinners: Oreos! Normally not common in European supermarkets, it catches me off guard every time I come across it. As I punish myself by calculating how many extra inches that now will be added to my waist, I am not concentrating where my feet are going and as I look up, I look straight in the eyes of a familiar cow, the king of all sinners. My sugar cravings are taking over my body as I read the label of a yet undiscovered flavour of Ben&Jerry’s.
A feel-good-quest for fresh vegetables and fruit has turned into a calorie orgies and I am defeated once again. Worse yet, I now know where to find those delicious fat bubbles that the skinny French girl will have willpower enough to withstand. It is now up to me to get rid of the temptation, piece by piece or avoid this supermarket altogether.
...
I have decided to avoid the supermarket, it’s too expensive anyway - walking three kilometres to the next one is even good exercise, so good that I decide skipping the planned workout of the day. It does replace it, or so I have hereby decided.
All this exercise of dragging a week’s worth of groceries several kilometres and up four floors has made me full of energy, so I decide to take up baking for the evening (yeah, I’m that cool...) I haven’t bought a single unhealthy thing this time, so I celebrate by baking a crisp loaf of cornbread. I save most for lunch tomorrow, but devour a big piece with salty pesto.
As I lie in bed that night I congratulate myself for a full healthy day, when remembering that cornbread – it’s not as healthy as it sounds. Now how did that sneak into my plans unnoticed? Seems like I always celebrate being good, by eating something not good. I skipped workout for a couple of kilometres with a single shopping bag and celebrated it with a bucket load of carbohydrates and oily topping.
I guess my sugar craving brain is cleverer that I thought... sneaky brain, sneaky
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