And the results....

I may not have come home from pizza night with my head held high, but I did come home still standing. That is an accomplishment in itself!

An interesting thing happens when food gets to be my main focus... my brain decides to suddenly leave for a vacation in Timbuktu where my conscience slathers on the "Gwen-block" and stretches out lazily in the sun while quietly laughing to itself when it thinks about how funny my face must look without it animating me. I'd probably look like a zombie with food smeared on my face, slowly bringing my hand laden with pizza to my face, not even registering that I just ingested something 2 seconds ago. Mmhm. I'm sure that is what happens. How else could the "mindless eating" be explained? Anyway, I go on autopilot anytime good food is around.

I think I could get better about the mindless eating by becoming a food snob. No, really. Right now, I will put anything into my mouth if it's sweet, fattening, salty, or any combination of those elements. People who can eat incredibly fattening food and still stay in good shape are those who eat amazing food when they go to amazing restaurants. They are the one's who throw up a little in their mouths anytime you suggest McDonald's, or the like, for lunch. They let their special occasions be special occasions. They listen to their body and let their body tell them what to do instead of allowing their minds to bully them.

I know this is not going to be easy, as I've said many times before, but I will try it and see how well it goes. Bye for now!