I had to choose today, between letting the fat child have a tantrum or putting my foot down and learning to discipline with love. I chose to put my foot down. Starting with figuring out the Weight Watchers points for the items I impulsively bought at Panera after finding out I gained 0.6lbs. WOW!
I had to talk loving to the child within, with positives words. It went something like this:
"It's okay that you bought these. Let's not beat ourselves up about it. Now what do we do with them. Throwing them out would be silly. You can have them but not all in one sitting. Let's break them into smaller portions. We can save the rest for later. How does that sound? We'll throw in our daily banana too."
I think I handled this well. I enjoyed my breakfast with the coffee I bought (another habit I have to get over). The souffle was DELICIOUS and the scone was yummy too. I think I satisfied the fat kids desire for an exciting breakfast. Not the best breakfast, but better than consuming nearly 2 days worth of daily WW points in one sitting like I have been doing. Baby steps. Don't want to push my obese inner child or it might have a heart attack/stroke. Baby steps.
