Lead Me Not Into...
May 23, 2014
Lovely Husband’s work means that we have a real treat this weekend. We are attending a motorsport event and, thanks to LH’s day job, we are going as VIPs. I’m very excited indeed.
I’ve accompanied LH to a couple of corporate events in the past and they have been amazing. We both support motorsport at a “grass roots” level and enjoy nothing more than packing a picnic and watching the action from grassy banks or the “cheap seats”. It is the environment in which LH earns his crust but it also a passion that we share. Homemade sandwiches and thermos is usually our default setting but, once in a while, we get “upgraded”.
I have checked the weather forecast and the prospect is warm but with the distinct possibility of some very heavy downpours. Ordinarily this would see me sat within a black bin bag peering from the peak of my baseball cap (just as efficient as an umbrella for keeping the rain off my face and far less likely to take someone’s eye out if I get over-excited by the on-track action!) but this weekend we have the luxury of a “guest marquee” with televisions broadcasting the action as it happens.
We have breakfast, lunch and dinner included, and the invitation states that a complimentary bar will be available all day. We also, apparently, have access to a wide range of snacks, nibbles, hot and cold drinks and have been told that if we “require anything further” all we need to do is ask.
I am really looking forward to the whole thing. Whilst I was thinking about it (and the difficult dilemma of what to wear given the event and the unpredictable weather) realised that I have changed such a lot on my weight loss journey already. Yes my waistline has lessened; yes the size on the clothes label is coming down; but the change is much more than “physical”.
In the past I would have been over-giddy at the prospect of a (large) full-cooked breakfast (and would without hesitation have gone for the fried versions of both “egg” and “bread” to accompany as many sausages and rashers of bacon that I could pile on my plate before embarrassment set in); then I would find it hard not to have a mid-morning coffee with Danish pastry; the break for lunch would see me enjoying main course and dessert; and if it was a dinner event, would make the most of three free courses.
Temptation. It used to be one of my major downfalls.
Comfort eating was my deadliest enemy but temptation was something that I found very hard to resist. I could very easily be persuaded. But it seems that at some point on my WLR journey I have experienced an epiphany… I’m not quite sure when… but when Justin showed me the tickets my first thought was “hope they have a decent fruit selection”…
WHAT! How did this happen? I didn’t instantly get an image of gateau but a huge fruit bowl. Absolutely not my past “default setting” but obviously, somewhere in my “central processing unit” some serious rewiring has taken place. Obviously I’m not going to get complacent. I know that there is very definitely going to be temptation… but I’m quietly pleased with the fact that my brain seems to be retuning itself to the “health and weight-loss friendly” frequency. Now I’m thinking about it, the thoughts I’ve had about the forthcoming weekend have actually not been food-and-drink-based at all. Whereas in the past “special occasions” have always triggered food-related thoughts, I know realise that I’ve been thinking about where the best vantage points will be and wondering if we could skip lunch altogether and find a place to watch the F1 qualifying. The only “food” thought I had was whether I should take some slices of lemon to put into my iced water . just in case they run out… (There was a heck of a run on “Dry Martini and Lemonade” at our last event).
I’m also hoping that I can retain this sense of “chuffed” that I’m currently feeling… because it is a heck of a weapon when it comes to defeating temptation.
I’ve had to revisit my wardrobe to hunt out a few more clothes from the spare bedroom wardrobe. I have also donated a bag of clothes to a local charity shop because they are now a little too big to wear. I can’t begin to tell you how satisfying it felt to see the bag get fuller… I got far more pleasure from that than I ever did from a chocolate bar or a cheese-filled pasty. I want to remember that feeling so that when I am faced with five-star feasts and big buffets I won’t be led astray. And writing about it now is making me even more determined not to lose the momentum that I seem to have recently harnessed. It has been a very stressful two weeks (for reasons too complicated to go into) and I am surprised and delighted that I didn’t resort to my former solace of too much wine, or chocolate, or… (the list is far too lengthy!)
Sometimes with the WLR journey minor triumphs can go unnoticed. I really have no idea when a fruit bowl became my brain’s default choice. I am aware in the past that I have had to force myself to think in terms of good choices for reducing my weight and changing my shape and it seems that all my hard work to really consciously change my habits and tendencies is paying off. My mind is changing as much as my waistline is…
But I will be muttering “lead me not into temptation” as a mantra as when I arrive at the VIP tent.
Wish me luck!
With a hug
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