Rolf Danner

Thursday: It had to happen at some point. It was just going too well. Somebody told me that keeping to a sensible eating plan was simply a matter of will power. Hmm, I think I’ve just run flat out of will. It’s been building up for a couple of days: the extra snacks, the slightly larger portions and so on. Then today the total break down. Sitting in an all-day meeting with yummy snacks stacked up behind me was the opportunity, not the reason for me to fall off the wagon. For a while I still heard that little voice: “Oh, they aren’t really that big. I’ll skip dinner.” Sounds la lot like “I’m in total control. I can stop at any time.” Doesn’t it?

I’m sitting here in the meeting thumbing away on this entry on my little fruit-thingy mostly because I will be back tomorrow in the same room with presumably similar evil snacks. Writing this might help me stay away from them tomorrow. I sure hope writing this will make sure I’m won’t be back raiding the desert tray tomorrow. Stay tuned. This is live from way outside the zone.

Friday: I paid my penance at the scale this morning and promised to do better. I’m picking my way very carefully through the food offerings at the conference and pick up every motivation I can find. There’s the former colleague who for his 40th birthday decided to shed the pounds that he put on when his wife was pregnant with his two children. That was six years ago and if anything he looks thinner now than when he first lost the weight. There’s Jeff brother who has made great progress in dropping weight. If they can all do this, I can do it too. It’s all about some small behavioral changes right? Yeah, RIGHT.