I looked at it this morning and asked why he didn't eat it yesterday. He responded back that I said I may eat it later. So he didn't dare touch it. When I said later, I meant after dinner. I was good and never had it. So there is sits on the counter staring at me. You see I have been hungry non stop for two days in a row. I have cut out most of the junk and eating much less and much healthier. Now I know it's only two days but for me the first week is awful. I am always starving. Which brings me back to it. The garbage cookie, just sitting there. I decide to make myself peanut butter toast and have some fruit before I run. As I am getting my breakfast he decides to eat the cookie. My favorite cookie. He is eating it for breakfast. Well really his breakfast before his breakfast. He breaks off a piece and walks away. I continue to get my breakfast ready. He breaks off another piece. It sits there unwrapped calling my name. I reach over it to get the peanut butter for my toast. I glance down and now it's just a bite of a cookie. Well a bite wouldn't be so bad, right? Then it will be gone. But I decline to pick it up. Knowing if I eat that bite I will be disappointed that it's all gone. I go about my business and finish getting my meal ready. I sit at the table and look back at the counter. It's gone, he ate it all and now he's making eggs and toast. I'm jealous.
He has no clue that this all took place. He ate the cookie to get it out of my sight. Then went on about his life. For me that was a victory, a tiny tiny one but still it's a start.
I finished my breakfast and then headed to the treadmill for a 3-4 miles run which turned into a 5.25 run followed by a .75 fat burning zone 3 walk. I felt good, it felt good. My heart rate still high for the pace but I did notice an improvement. Another two weeks of solid workouts and I'll be back in business.
Thanks for eating the cookie and please don't bring anymore of them home!
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