Friday was my day off, but I had to go into work to finish up a few things in the morning. Then I had a bunch of errands to run, a house to clean, and the gym to go to. So I left work and the first order of business was lunch. I choose Panera because there are healthy options and it was right next door to one of my errands. Great! Plan in place. I do better eating healthy when I have a plan in place.
I am less great on the fly. So when the cashier cheerfully asked if I wanted to add a baked good for 99 cents I said yes before I really processed the question. I got my slip for my baked good and my food and went to eat lunch. Lunch was yummy and filled me up but I stopped on the way out of the store to pick up my baked good. I wanted the fruit and oatmeal cookie but they were out, so I chose shortbread. Then I stuck it in my purse and went to run my errand next door. When my errands were done I headed to the car and thought about my cookie...
And this is what I found.
Buttery goodness seeping through the bag.
Who'd think an innocent looking cookie could have so much grease?
Grease-blot test: What do you see? I see calories!
So I sat and thought for a moment. I realized something, I thought that since I had already wasted the money that it somehow felt additionally wasteful to not eat the cookie. My brain seemed to think that two wrongs (buying the cookie, and eating the cookie) would somehow make a right. Now I am not about deprivation. I will let myself have a cookie to prevent a binge, but this wasn't a craving. I was pleasantly full. I didn't really want the cookie. I just thought that I should eat it since I had already wasted the 99 cents.
And as I thought I realized that my thinking was absurd. Why should I eat unnecessary and unwanted calories just because I had made an irrational purchase? I shouldn't, but I knew that keeping the cookie around was a sure fire way to eat it in a moment of weakness. So I did the only logical thing. I dumped it on the cement outside the car.
99 cents donated to feeding the animals yummy goodies.
It might be a long time before my instinct is not to say "yes" to questions posed about baked goods, but I at least learned a bit of a lesson yesterday. Bought doesn't have to equal eaten. Its a baby step but I'll take it.
(After I dumped out the cookie I went to the gym and walked for 40 min on the treadmill, but I also had cake at Mr. Goat's birthday dinner that night. Two steps forward, one step back.)