Thursday, December 16, 2010
THE WAR OF THE COOKIES
I may not have won the War of the Cookies yet, but I won a battle today.
I went to my granddaughter's preschool Christmas program this morning, which was actually written by 4-year-olds (my favorite part - Angel: "You are going to have a baby." Mary: "I will do what God wants." Angel: "Good luck with that.").
I don't know why I did not anticipate that the after party would be a cookie-rich environment. It was, and I chose not to eat even one cookie, but had a cup of tea instead. Here were the thoughts that went through my head:
If there was a sugar bowl there instead of cookies, and everyone was eating pure sugar as a treat, would I do that, too? No. (I found out later that a 2" chocolate chip cookie has the same amount of net carbs as 1.5 tsp. of refined sugar, and will increase my blood sugar with equal speed.) Okay, the obvious answer to that is that the cookie tastes better than plain sugar. Must be all that yummy refined flour!
The cookies looked good, but so what?
This is not the last chance I am going to have to eat cookies. I don't have to resist cookies for the rest of my life. Just this morning at this event. (I borrowed that one from Bill W.)
Any time I want cookies, I can always go to the store and buy some. But will I do that? No. So if I won't buy them at the store, why would I eat them at a party?
Each time I resist an unhealthy food, it builds my resolve and increases my strength to turn away the next time, not to mention the neural pathways that are being formed that will make it more "second nature" as time goes on.
You know what I found out in the end? The longer I stayed at the party, the easier it got to ignore the cookies. By the time I left, I was not feeling deprived at all.