This week I would not help myself. I had two pet peeves I focused on as I suppose I let some things bother me. I am a fairly easy going person until I am not. I am Type A until you drive me to the point of not caring. And even then, I still care. What am I to do with myself?
Anyway, earlier in the week I was upset with the blue cheese in my salads. I hate blue cheese. And yesterday I was annoyed with myself. It happens. I prefer to be annoyed at others’ and there are certainly many people at whom to be annoyed. But I am certainly not immune from being annoyed at myself.
There are times when I try to engage in my version of harm reduction. Instead of 20 coke zeros, I can make it be eight. You get that. Right? Well, I engaged in such an effort this week and it just annoyed me. I cursed myself outright.
I am trying to be healthier. Thus, I threw out my huge (Costco-sized) bag of potato chips. I love, really love, chips. But I need to cut back on my carbs. I also threw out all my gummy worms. I love, really love, gummy worms. I love most sugar. And, of course, sugar is not that great for our bodies. Out to the trash they went. I was excited when I threw them out as I was very proud of myself. I threw them out with much gusto and flair.
Then, one morning I worked out and was running slightly behind schedule. But I was hungry. I had just run for 30 minutes. I needed something. I was craving chips. I needed something fast. A handful of something. I was craving chips. I went to the cupboard and thought I would just eat a few chips. But no. There were no chips. I could have slapped myself. But I didn’t. I had just been proud of myself and now I was annoyed. It is amazing how quickly things can turn. I sighed. Walked away.
Then I thought that I would maybe have a small bag of fruit snack gummies. But no. There were no gummies of any kind. I could have slapped myself. But I didn’t. I sighed and gnawed at my fingers. I drank a yucky green smoothie and went on my way. It was not a merry way. I suppose I did manage to stay away from bad things for about two hours. Hooray for small victories.
But sometimes I am my own pet peeve. Sort of speak