No matter how badly I want to cheat on my diet, something (a spirit, the universe, a diet ghost?) stops me from committing the dirty deed. It’s the weirdest thing. For example, one day I was talking to a friend and co-worker, and I suddenly shared with her that I wanted Oreo cookies. She told me not to do it. But I’m pig-headed and went for them anyway. Wouldn’t you know it, a Special K Cereal Bar came out of the machine instead. It’s not exactly what I wanted, but I had no choice but to eat it because we’re in a recession and everything costs money!
Another time, my god-sister and I looked in the refrigerator for something to eat, and we thought we had scored with some buffalo wings. I know, I know, buffalo wings are full of fat (and with so much flavor…mmm…). But when we removed the foil we discovered frozen strawberries instead! I just closed my eyes and ate the strawberries like they were juicy, delicious wings.
Last but not least, I recently craved sweetened iced tea one day during lunch. I usually go for water, but the tea was calling me. I put in the 65 cents and what pops out? A diet coke! I’m not joking! If that isn’t the final sign, I don’t know what is. There are forces bigger than me at work here. Self-sabotage isn’t an option.