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Creature of Habit

EDIT:  Many people have been telling me they can't comment.  Which makes me feel better since so many posts are going comment-less.  I've been feeling unloved.  I messed around a little.  Hoping it helps.  Let me know if it didn't by shooting me an email!

 I hate change.  New things, experiences, people make me nervous.  I would consider myself OCD if I wasn't such a slob.  I want things to just stay the same forever!  When we sold my grandparents house, my sister and I got most of my grandmother's kitchen stuff.  Whenever I make French Toast (one of my specialties) I make it in my grandma's griddle.  I have had it for almost 15 years.  Lord only knows how long she had it.  It's ancient.  My parents gave us a new, nicer, bigger, griddle.  I never use it.  It would probably work better.  Most likely more energy efficient.  But, I always grab grandma's.

Old habits die hard.  It takes 21 days to break a bad habit.  Today the ex and I got into it.  Bad Day!  Accusations, threats, blame.  Hurtful things said by both of us.  I sat at my desk crying most of the day.  At about 2:30 I realized I hadn't eaten anything since my breakfast smoothie.  Even though I had a bag packed full of healthy snacks, and a great lunch.  I didn't touch it.  I got upset, and I shut down.  Just didn't eat.  Not on purpose.  But, as soon as I realized it, I ate my lunch.  Being mindful of this nasty habit is the first step in breaking it.  If it takes 21 days to break, do I have to start back over?  Do I count tomorrow as day one again?

My other bad habit I'm breaking is my long love affair with Little Debbie.  I know I need to pack on pounds, but they need to be good pounds.  Not the kind of pounds she will give to me.  I've added lots of other good stuff.  The Big One and I are having smoothies every morning.   With Whey protein.  And I'm eating so many fresh fruits and vegetables that you might not want to visit my cubicle in the afternoon.  Of course my grocery budget is suffering, but it's all for a good cause.

Now if I can just get rid of the nasty snooze button habit so I can get my workouts in before work...

Comments

Clarissa said…
give yourself kudos for remembering to eat. I think you need to stop counting the days, it puts more pressure on yourself. And little Debbie would be a great way to reward yourself after a day or week of eating right. just remember, one day at a time

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