Cursed be thy name, Candy!
So, I went to get my gym shoes out of the car and when I reached under the seat, there was the canister of candy I was supposed to toss yesterday. So of course, I opened it, ate two pieces, popped the third one in my mouth and my head screamed "What the friggin hell are you doing!!??!!" So I spit out the piece of candy, went to the outdoor garbage can, turned the canister upside down and emptied it, threw down the canister and slammed the lid in disgust.
Three steps forward, one step back. Hey, new habits don't come over night! As long as I'm moving forward.
And I have to appreciate my success as well as recognize my failures. Sure I ate 2 pieces. But I DID spit the last one out instead of chowing down. That's progress.
Good thing they weren't drinks. Not only would I now way spit out the third, I would finish the whole damned canister and then go out to buy some more!
Vicki
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