Today a friend invited me and a couple of girlfriends over to lunch. I was a little worried because these particular friends, although I love them dearly, aren’t the best influence when it comes to watching your weight. And I can’t blame them because I have been just as bad up till now. I am worried about sounding uppity or self righteous when I try to make healthier choices. I’m not trying to make anyone else feel bad about what they’re doing ( although I would love for all the people I love to join me in making over my life and health) I just want to do what’s best for me.
Anyway sure enough we get there and my friend is just mixing up a batch of cookies. Now these aren’t just any cookies. This girl makes the best chocolate chip cookies you’ll ever eat! Real butter, loads of milk chocolate chips, coconut, cooked to just the right degree of golden brown and softness. You get the picture. Even now as I write I’m practically salivating on my keyboard!:) Uhoh, I thought, I’m in trouble! Usually when she makes these I have a hard time stopping myself at 5 or 6.
We had tacos for lunch, which were delicious. I opted for the chicken breast instead of beef and I loaded it up with lettuce, tomatoes ,avocados, olives, salsa, onions and, yes, just the teeniest dab of sour cream and sprinkle of cheese, and I wrapped it in a whole wheat wrap. I ate slowly, and, huge accomplishment, I only ate one!!
After lunch I talked everyone into going for a walk so we rounded up our many children and went for a delightful stroll up the mountain, enjoying the fresh air and beautiful spring sunshine. We all came back refreshed and happy. It wasn’t a fast walk but still, it was loads better then sitting in front of the T.V. However, those cookies were still there on the counter waiting for me when we came back. I decided to let myself have one cookie. I’ve been a good girl all week and you’ve gotta allow yourself a treat now and then right?! We all sat around with a cup of tea, a game of cards, and, of course, a plate of cookies. I broke off tiny bits of my cookie in between plenty of sips of tea and I savoured every bite. I ate only one cookie in the time I normally would have four or five and I enjoyed it three times as much! I know it may sound silly but to me that is something to celebrate. In fact the whole afternoon was a series of small victories. Where I normally would have had two or three, I ate one taco. We fit some physical activity into our day, and at the end of the afternoon rather than feeling stuffed, fat guilty and bad about myself, I came away feeling refreshed because of the companionship of good friends and proud of myself for making better choices. I let friendship, not food, be the star of the day! What a breakthrough!