The Christmas Test
Why did I start this diet before the Christmas holidays?
That’s the question I asked myself this week as I stood among the sugar cookies, Hershey kisses and homemade fudge flooding my workplace. As Homer Simpson would say, “Mmmmmm…homemade fudge.”
At home I’m safe. Since starting the diet my fridge is a veritable garden. If I get hungry I have choices like apples or broccoli. No junk food whatsoever. That’s intentional. Flee temptation, the Bible says.
But at work I’m a sitting duck—especially when I hit the midday slump and am besieged by a hankering for the office’s smorsborg of culinary delights. Fortunately I have colleagues watching my back.
“Nooooo,” one warned as he spotted me veering toward a tin of cookies with lust gleaming in my eyes.
I’ve had the odd indiscretion, but overall I’m doing well. And it’s paying off. I’m down 11 pounds in only 3 weeks! And I feel better too. More energetic. My head is clearer. My wife says I’m even snoring less.
But the real test is still to come: Christmas itself. I’m already feeling sorry for myself, like a kid who knows he getting a lump of coal in his stocking. Yet I’ve found there’s always an excuse to overeat, so I’m taking a stand now. If I can stay strong at Christmas I figure I can withstand any temptation to come. I’ll let you know how it goes.
That’s the question I asked myself this week as I stood among the sugar cookies, Hershey kisses and homemade fudge flooding my workplace. As Homer Simpson would say, “Mmmmmm…homemade fudge.”
At home I’m safe. Since starting the diet my fridge is a veritable garden. If I get hungry I have choices like apples or broccoli. No junk food whatsoever. That’s intentional. Flee temptation, the Bible says.
But at work I’m a sitting duck—especially when I hit the midday slump and am besieged by a hankering for the office’s smorsborg of culinary delights. Fortunately I have colleagues watching my back.
“Nooooo,” one warned as he spotted me veering toward a tin of cookies with lust gleaming in my eyes.
I’ve had the odd indiscretion, but overall I’m doing well. And it’s paying off. I’m down 11 pounds in only 3 weeks! And I feel better too. More energetic. My head is clearer. My wife says I’m even snoring less.
But the real test is still to come: Christmas itself. I’m already feeling sorry for myself, like a kid who knows he getting a lump of coal in his stocking. Yet I’ve found there’s always an excuse to overeat, so I’m taking a stand now. If I can stay strong at Christmas I figure I can withstand any temptation to come. I’ll let you know how it goes.
posted by Drew Dyck at 6:12 AM
2 Comments:
Drew-
I commend you for starting the diet when you did. Yes it will be hard, but with friends and now an online support "staff" we will all be praying for you on your quest.
Is your wife doing the diet with you and how has she worked around your food restrictions?
Hey Cous'
Congrats on your diet! Keep up the good work. Be glad you weren't at our place for Christmas. You never would have survived! It was great to have your parents with us. Miss you and your little wifey!
-Chandra
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