Today, I went to a campus event that had tons of dessert and cheese items. When I walked into the room, I actually said "oh crap..." outloud! I felt the Weight Watchers wagon start to tip. Stubbornly, I retreated to the nearest armchair and read a magazine, removing myself from the party and trying not to look at everyone's expression of food-induced ecstasy. "I think I can... I think I can..." I was holding strong but feeling fragile.
As I watched someone pop a big juicy strawberry in her mouth, I remembered something brilliant: Fruit is free! I loaded up from the fruit platter and joined the nearest group to mingle. Score!
Once back in the safety of my office, I had a thought: I could have taken from that party memories of a yummy, but guilt inducing confection and a sense of failure. Instead, I took from the experience a sense of pride and a memory of accomplishment. I'm glad for my choice.
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