“NO EATING AFTER 8 PM!”
About a week ago, I instituted this rule for everyone living in my house. (Please note: I am the only one who lives in my house.) I think not eating after 6 or 7 is a more common practice, but some days I don’t get home until after 7 or I may not even leave work until then. So I thought if I wanted to lose some weight, I should not eat after 8. The day after I made this rule, I completely forgot about it. So I’m reaching in the freezer for my frozen Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups and I happen to glance over at the clock on the stove. It said 7:56. At that very moment, I remembered that I instituted this rule. So I spent 2 of the last 3 minutes trying to decide if I thought I could (not should, but could) eat all 4 of the peanut butter cups in the package. Then I thought that if I ate them that fast, I’d pretty much be inhaling them and not really tasting them (in which case, what’s the point?) So in the remaining minute that led up to 8 pm (house rules are that everything had to be swallowed and my mouth had to be completely empty by 8 pm), I decided to start eating just to see how far I could get. I spent so much time thinking about whether or not I could eat all 4, I only had enough time left to get through 2. So I had the other 2 for breakfast the next morning.
Can you say, “Iyanla, fix my life”??!
I’m not the only one who does this kinda thing, right? I mean, you guys have some stuff that you’d never admit in writing, right? Share with me in the comments. I won’t tell anybody…