I’m gonna give away the ending here: I ate 3 cookies today. Three delicious, dense, perfectly-textured cookies from a caterer for a meeting that was not even mine. One was chocolate chip, one was white-chocolate-dipped chocolate-chocolate chip, and one was white-chocolate-dipped gingerbread.
I am SO GLAD I did that.
You know, it’s not often that I really want to indulge these days. When I do feel a craving, I can usually identify it as a passing fancy entirely brought on by the power of suggestion, i.e. yumminess simply being there. Before I knew there were sinful foods around, I wasn’t thinking about them, and therefore I didn’t actually want them. When I performed the superhuman feat of resisting my mom’s legendary chocolate chip cookies while holed up at my parents’ house for 4 nights and 4 days last month, I was really working on conquering cravings and mastering will power. I know I won’t always be perfect, but I sure was for those hours of constant temptation. (My medal should be arriving any day now.)
So how can I possibly be glad that I went on what some would consider a binge on cookies mere hours ago? Well, here’s why:
- I really fucking wanted cookies, and I am a human in a world where cookies exist, and giving up treats for life was never part of my deal with myself. So I ate cookies and promised myself I would enjoy every bite, and that’s exactly what I did.
- This was not some slippery slope into reversion to the girl I was 100+ pounds ago. I ate my 3 cookies, finished the day of work, and went to the gym before coming home.
- Counterintuitively, the cookies are the reason I worked out, AND the reason I did my full workout. In fact, the intensity with which I wanted those cookies earlier matched the intensity with which I did NOT want to go to the gym tonight. But the cookies are what got me there. And when I wanted to quit 10 minutes into my hour, as I was staring at the seconds ticking down to the 10-minute mark and preparing to stop my run and hop off the elliptical, my eyes scanned left and saw that I had only burned 198 calories. That’s not even one cookie gone. That settled that; I wasn’t going anywhere. 5.24 miles and 798 torched calories later, it’s safe to say those cookies are history. Even if that’s all I burned off today, the fact that I did HIIT for an hour means that my body is going to spend the next several hours attacking other calories. I still created my caloric deficit today and got in a quality sweat.
Thank you, cookies! You were everything I wanted and more, and I will always think of you fondly.
I’m just gonna piggy-back off of that and give a shout out to my body. It’s doing wonderful work lately. Last week, I gave it both pints of the Häagen Dazs that spent several weeks in my freezer, and my body basically laughed at me by giving me a four-pound drop on the scale — my biggest drop since early October. Like, “Really? You think I’m scared of a little ice cream? I remember this stuff. Nice try.” I’m so glad my body and my mind have the same defiant streak.
Then yesterday morning, for the sheer hell of it, I decided to try on my purple oh-honey pants that were more than a size too small at the time of purchase less than a month ago. BOOM! Those suckers fit. When I got them, they didn’t even make it up around my hips; they now zip and fasten fine. They are NOT ready for public display because they give me some bulge spillage (sexy), but they will be soon enough.
So it seems my doctor was right: my body loves me right now. And I love it!
Moral of the story: I’m not endorsing a Häagen Dazs diet here, but don’t let anyone tell you desserts are always a bad idea. Sometimes they’re exactly what you need: mind, body, and soul.