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Just yesterday, I stared at the two chocolate chips cookies left in the bag. Yearning for a bit of a sweet snack after lunch, I dived in. I could have stopped at one, but I honestly looked at the second cookie and said, “I don’t really care. I’ll eat it anyway.”You see why I call myself a recovering food addict.
Stop. Look. Listen.
Not only was my stomach satisfied after one cookie, but somewhere in my mind, I knew that eating the second one was not the fruitful thing to do. I had to numb myself to the fact that I was eating extra calories that I didn’t need and didn’t even want on some level. Lies I told myself gave me the extra boost to tamp down the truth. This is what I spent one minute believing – just long enough to eat that cookie:
I don’t really care if I gain three pounds or so.
I can always run an extra mile tomorrow.
One more cookie is not really going to hurt me. I mean, it’s one cookie.
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