The Correlation Between Broken Tea Cups and Diet Breaking

I'm BA-AAAACK!  I've enjoyed my blogging hiatus with my sister, who came to visit for the summer.  She was absolutely fabulous and amazing, and... of course... for quite a bit of her visit, the diet was out the window.

This summer, I was busy immersing myself in what my friend, Bridget, calls "blessed monotony".  You know... time where you just don't plan parties or visits or writing blogs or... plan much of anything.  Just be.  Wherever that takes you.

So... why broken tea cups?  What does that have to do with anything?  The other day, hubby was helping clean the kitchen (Yes... he helps do that domestic sort of schtuff... Thank GOD! :)  When he picked up one of my fav tea cups that had broken... and had then been repaired, he said, "You know what?  Your diet is just like a tea cup that has a little chip in it."  

"Seriously?"  (Couldn't wait to see just where he was going with that one.)  

"Imagine this tea cup is your diet.  You get one tiny chip in it.  You pick it up.  And then... you smash it against the wall and break it into a million pieces to finish the job!"

"You're diet is exactly the same!  You break your diet with one small thing during the day and say... 'To hell with it!  Might as well go all the way.' And then you spend the rest of the day 'enjoying' what you'll most certainly regret later."

You know what I realized?  He was absolutely RIGHT!  My diet IS like a tea cup.  Who knew?  What a great analogy.  For me, all it takes is one little slip, and then it's all over.

Let me give you an example.  And, oh yeah... today was a GREAT one!

Today was a rough day.  It's Monday.  (Gotta love Mondays.)  The house was a wreck.  I had paperwork backed up and covering the entire table.  The baby has a molar coming in and was screaming like a pterodactyl every other second.  Whiny four-year-old.  You get it.  

After taking the kiddos to the nursing home to see our lady friends, picking up another friend and then hitting the library with six kiddos, I made it back home utterly exhausted and tired, immersed in the tears of my 4-year-old, who was, unbeknownst to herself, REALLY missing her nap.  

I'd been good... so good... all day.  But... as good as I can be... the day called for one small piece of chocolate that I knew was hiding in the fridge.  So... I indulged.  Guilt free, chocotherapy.  

You know... If it had ended there, it wouldn't have been so bad.  But one piece of chocolate turned into an entire Hershey bar.  Which turned into eating pasta for dinner.  Which turned into chocolate chip cookies for desert.  Sigh.

All things said and done... I have a wedding to go to on Saturday, and a half marathon to train for, so I'm going to try to get back on the wagon.  Try to drag myself to the gym, and try to avoid all things chocolate.  At least until this weekend, when one of my best girlfriends is finally tying the knot.  

Now THAT'S a reason to celebrate :)