One of the most favorite things I love to eat is chocolate milk and peanut butter. I make a glass of chocolate milk and sit down with the jar of peanut butter. (Okay, so it’s no surprise that I weighed over 200 pounds not that long ago). I get a little bit of peanut butter on a spoon, dip it in the chocolate milk and go to town. I’ve done this since I was a kid, probably middle school. The problem is that before I know it, a forth of the jar of peanut butter is gone. Of course I’d use 1% milk and low sugar chocolate syrup, but that doesn’t make it much better. Kind of like drinking a diet coke with a candy bar.

Anyway, today, for some unknown reason, I’m really wanting to sit down with that jar of peanut butter and the biggest glass of chocolate milk I can find. I don’t know why, today of all days it’s hitting me so hard. And all morning I’ve been battling with myself. “But I’m playing racquetball with Dad today, so it would be okay, I’ll have a good work out and it won’t be a big deal.” I don’t know if it’s a trait of all women, or just me, but give me five minutes and I can justify just about anything! During this inner battle I’ve tried to keep myself busy so I won’t give in to those temptations, and so far it’s worked. What really helped though was answering a comment to my before and during post. Seeing myself over 200 pounds was enough to make me back away from the peanut butter!

So thanks, Jason. For leaving a comment which lead me to that picture, which reminded me of how I got to that unhealthy and unhappy weight to begin with! Otherwise I may just be sitting in my recliner eating the last thing I should be eating right now!