In case you couldn’t tell from my last post in which I ate two ice cream cones before lunch, Operation Feel Good (OFG), the plan my siblings and I have to get fit, has run into some trouble. Not for my older brother and sister, who are both succeeding, but for me.
I’m trying not to blame them for my failing, because I determine whether I succeed or not. I determine my success. I determine my success.
Honestly, I am trying to believe that and that’s why I keep trying to break old habits and create new behaviors. For instance, I know chocolate chip cookies are too great a temptation for me, so I don’t keep chocolate chips in the house. The idea is that the craving will pass by the time I get to the store or laziness will keep me from going to the store in the first place.
The flaw in that plan was counting on laziness. Last week I made chocolate chip-less chocolate chip cookies.
Having used the last of the brown sugar, I decided to ban brown sugar from the house. I thought I was safe.
It’s one thing to make chocolate chip cookies without the chocolate chips. Without brown sugar you can’t make chocolate chip cookies.
You can, however, make shortbread.
And then you can drape that shortbread in apricot jam.
So it should seem obvious that if OFG isn’t working for me, it’s my fault.
That would be true if it weren’t for the Unified Theory of Fat. My theory is that fat can always be created, but once created it can’t be destroyed. Therefore, if someone loses weight, someone else must gain weight.
Based on the empty jar of apricot jam in my kitchen and universal laws, I think my brother just dropped another pant size.