Finding My Own Way.

My friend says,
"Oh good! I see you followed the Michael Winner Diet - eat what you like, but eat less. (Could have had a smidgin of pumpkin pie). Now you can give up Weightwatchers."

Good advice. For someone who's normal.
I don't know who Michael Winner is, and it's obvious he doesn't know me.
I cannot have a smidgin of pumpkin pie.
I cannot have a spoonful of ice cream.
I cannot have three potato chips, or five peanuts.
And I cannot have a couple of sips of beer.
I wish I could, but I can't.


I don't have self control.
I am taking BABY STEPS right now to LEARN IT.

I am like an alcoholic.
There is the alcoholic who says "I can have one beer."
He'd say, "One beer won't hurt."
But it did.
And it does.

And so it goes.
For me.


I had another good day yesterday.
My husband took my sons to Indiana to visit Grampa and Gramma.
I stayed home with the dogs and watched several Andy Hardy movies on Turner Classic TV.
(It was incredibly FUN!)

Today I have much housework to do before the guys get home.
But I feel postive, and hopeful, and confident.
(shaky confident!)

I will not even eat a smidgen of that pumpkin pie.
I can't.

I love pumpkin pie.