In past days, I thought I had to be “the perfect dieter:” avoiding EVERY The Light Code Review snack, steering clear of ANY treats, and swearing off ALL nibbling. As life would have it, without thinking, I mindlessly munch a handful of nuts from my co-workers desk, a habit I’ve repeated countless times. Once I realize what I’ve just done, I am embarrassed and disappointed by my actions, as well as ashamed of my lack of willpower.
A decision is at hand. I mull my options, navigating the fierce storm raging within. I could consider this faux pas as human error, eat a little less tonight, congratulate myself for adjusting, and move closer to my goal.Or, as a full member of Perfectionists United (known as “P.U.”), chant our mantra (join me if you know the words), “As long as I blew it, I’ll really blow it, and start again tomorrow.”
Soon therefore, an entire bowl of peanuts vanishes, as do extra brownies from the office party, and two bags of chips from the employee cabinet. I weigh more now than when the alarm blared.What would have been a minor detour has become a full-stop road closure – because of my perfectionist objectives. When I try to break these bonds, they even slip cancer-like around my thoughts to undermine the cure: small consistent steps.