Choices???

1/25/11 Choices, mental or emotional? What made me choose the rich Bellagio hot chocolate (with whipped cream, no less) along with the cinnamon sugar sprinkled toast fingers made from Front Street’s Big Ono Bake Shop’s delicious butter rolls?
I chose them over the oatmeal, grapefruit and green tea.
In the 70s, Flip Wilson used to declare, “The devil made me do it!” It is a lot easier to “blame” others for our poor choices, even old Satan himself. Easier than taking responsibility for our own actions. I can even rationalize that the weather made me do it? Cold and snowy. Such conditions seem to call for something warm. Hm-m-m isn’t oatmeal with a “cuppa” green tea warm enough? Maybe it was my body’s craving for sugar, which admittedly is fairly prevalent lately. Regardless of the excuses, according to WW points or any other dietary programs, I made a poor choice.

So what do I do? Sticking my finger down my throat is not an appealing option to me. This choice has literally made me sick---too much sugar, maybe. It has just gotten me down. So, what’s next?

Do I metaphorically pick “myself up, dust myself off and start all over again?” Those lyrics, from an old song Mother used to sing, are about someone struggling to dance and seem most appropriate for one who dubs her life a “dance.”