Diario de Arnica, 09 nov. 07

I cheated this morning . . . Day 4. Yeah, I know . . .

I woke up, I wasn't particularly hungery, but it was storming outside and so damn cold and all I could think of was the yummy warm, nurturing and steaming bowl of Oats I gave my daughter for breakfast.

So I had some. With milk and a little bit of sugar.

The strange thing? I didn't really even enjoy it. So after a few spoons I threw it away.

I realised that the anticipation of what I was going to have was more fulfilling than the actual taste factor. Why is that? Because I like rewards. And in the past, that has been the way to make me feel better.

I didn't need to eat it. I am not upset that I gave in - it was a conscious choice. I'm proud of myself for realising that I wasn't enjoying it. And that I stopped eating when I realised I wasn't enjoying it.

Yay me.

Now on to that thingie we call excercising. Gonna start doing that today. Oh Joy.