Yesterday, after some soul-searching and some first-class concern, Dave and I decided that the only way to deal with our lack of discipline around sweet foods was to have none.
I waited till Dave was out, then started stacking the cookies, puddings, boxed European desserts, candies, cookie fixings, ice cream, sundae toppings, maple syrup, sugar, jams and glazes. It made a substantial pile of stuff, expensive decadent, self-indulgent stuff.
Emily, our dear soul, was going to relieve us of our burden because a person who takes at least 3 martial arts classes a week obviously has some self-discipline. She quizzed us about this total clear-out, and after a quick discussion, Dave decided to keep maple syrup in case he makes pancakes, and I decided to keep sugar for my coffee.
This morning, after my small, small glass of OJ and my yoghurt, I had coffee and buttered toast for breakfast. Now I'm afraid that I'm going to be stuck having buttered toast for every meal, because OHMIGOD it was good. And ohmigod, I appear to be more food-oriented than I thought.
Dave and I each have a goal of losing 15 pounds, which we know we can do. I just don't know if I want to keep on keeping on after I make that goal. When I'm pleased with myself, red wine and chocolate cake seem the best way to celebrate, and I'll be back on the cycle. Unless, my secret weapon works: I'm not doing this for me, I'm doing it to support Dave.
I've done hard things before with that goal in mind, either for Dave, or for someone I care about, so maybe, just maybe, it'll work to change the focus. Check back with me in 3 months, I'm sure I'll be babbling about it in some way.