Let them eat cheesecake!
There is nothing that I like more than cheesecake. There will be cheesecake in heaven–there just has to be. I have committed to not eating sugar, so I know that cheesecake is off limits. (I know that there are sugar free cheesecakes, but I don’t like sugar substitutes, so why waste the calories?) My favorite cheesecake is the Chocolate Tuxedo Cream cheesecake at the Cheesecake factory. This will be my birthday cake.
Luckily, I do not like any frozen cheesecake from the grocery store, so I haven’t had much of an issue staying away from it. Then, I got on the train on Friday.
I was feeling pretty good. I was just recovering from my sugar withdrawal. I had lost my night cravings for sugar. I felt like I was moving forward. Then, a guy sat on the seat across from me with a Cheesecake Factory bag filled with slices of cheesecake.
All of my negative feelings came back. I have mentioned before that dieting is so hard because I had to give up so much to start our family business and have four kids. I have to be conscious about how I operate in so many other areas of my life, I just want to have a little freedom in one. Food was the one thing that I didn’t want to have to control. I finally accepted that I was going to have to give up my freedom with food when I decided that I wanted my weight to get out of the way of my goals. To do this, I had to work through negative thoughts as I eliminated sugar from my diet. Once the cravings were gone, it wasn’t so hard to avoid sugar. Then, I cut back on almost all carbohydrates. That was actually easier than I thought, too. I am still able to eat all of the foods I craved on previous diets. I didn’t dream about food anymore. I thought I was on the path to success–until I saw that slice of cheesecake.
In retrospect, I know that I cannot let a slice of cheesecake derail my progress. I am better than that. I have accomplished so much in my life. I have been a fierce competitor in other areas. Now, I need to battle my own insecurities with weight.
When I weighed myself the next morning, I had more fuel to keep me going. I lost 6 pounds in a week. I would trade that success for a slice of cheesecake any day.