Resist!

There were two pies in the staff lounge when I went in there for lunch. One was chocolate, the other was caramel. I didn't eat a single bite of either of them. I was tempted. One bite couldn't hurt, right?

But I weighed in on the fact that while one bite wouldn't hurt, did I really WANT the bite of pie? Would I regret not eating it? Or did I just want it because it was there?

I walked away. I didn't really, really want it. I just wanted it because it was there. And I certainly don't NEED it in the sense that it would make me happy. It would have just left me feeling weak and full of regret for my lack of self control. So I walked away. And I have no regrets. Instead, I'm really proud of myself. Old me would have loaded a plate and felt like crap the rest of the day. Old me would have pouted if I hadn't eaten it. New me is like, "Yeah, bitches! I OWN this body of mine!"

Woot woot!