Diet Danger! Does This Happen to You?
Yesterday I returned from a lovely five-day trip in NYC with my grandson Alex. We stayed with wonderful friends, Tom and Linda. Linda was my best friend from high school—do not ask how many years back that relationship goes. Suffice it to say: in the second half of the previous century.
Alex and I walked miles, travelled subways, investigated museums, etc. and so forth. I did not eat gluten or dairy, and I tried my best to stay on my diet by sticking with protein and vegetables/fruits.
You and I could quibble over my choice of honeyed peanuts instead of plain peanuts, but if I told you that I succumbed while waiting for a flight home that was three hours late, I’m sure you’d understand.
In other words, the Angel of Diets had taken generally good care of me. I had a piece of cake here and some coconut ice cream there, but my activity level was also sky-high. I figured that I hadn’t gotten off the diet track in any serious way.
But what is it they say about good intentions?
I got home and had a dinner of hamburger and fruit. I went to bed. The stomach began to growl and would not be ignored. By the time I reached the kitchen, the Angel had deserted me, and the Diet Devil was in full control.
The Diet Devil’s arguing points:
- I had already blown my diet that day with the honeyed peanuts.
- My vacation didn’t really end until the next day when my diet would have to start in earnest again.
- Why not enjoy what little is left of the vacation right now?
- Two big bowls of cereal is not that big a deal.
- Oh, and remember the bag of carob chips in the freezer? A nibble or two or three or…it won’t do any harm.
The Devil got in right under the skin of my biggest area of diet weakness: late-at-night gorging when I’m tired/stressed/can’t sleep/whatever. Sigh.
Does this happen to you? Do you have any strategies for getting that Devil out of your ear?