![]() That is where the struggle with yourself ends and the connection begins. Divert that energy into practicing awareness and kindness. Instead put that energy into listening to yourself and finding out why you want it to begin with. Stop wasting your energy by resisting it. Somewhere, somehow, there will be food that we try to resist. Or it’s an impulse buy your significant other brought home without you knowing. If it’s not a pretty crystal dish next to your desk, it’s cookies in the break room, or in your kitchen at home. The times I could have spent letting myself feel the emotions and connect with myself. The times I could have realized I only wanted it because I was feeling nervous about a trade, or anxious about some drama in the office. The times I could have understood more about myself. Not the times I could have dug into some sugar. When I look back on that secret war I waged with her candy dish, I think about all the things I missed. ![]() The connection with yourself and why you eat. It’s an opportunity to make the most important connection you will ever make. Or as something to curse and blame for your weight gain, (again, as I did). And it’s pretty crazy how knowing the answer to these 2 questions can make your craving disappear.ĭo yourself a favor and stop looking at the candy dish as a test of willpower, like I did. Each time I have a craving or an impulse to eat, it’s my cue to ask. I didn’t make this connection until a few years after that. Use each time you go for the candy dish as an opportunity to be aware and kind to yourself. And as you gain this knowledge, you will need the candy less and less. You will also start to notice a deeper understanding about yourself and what you’re feeling. Is it a craving? Was it an impulse to just reach in? Is it only when someone else is there or do you snag 5 pieces when no one is looking? Is it all the time, regardless of what is going on around you? Whether it’s 2 minutes later or 2 days later. And the time after that, pause and repeat the questions again. ![]() The next time you want a piece, pause a few seconds and ask yourself these 2 questions. Or scold myself out loud by commenting about it to whomever I’m standing next to. Then, if I still want the candy, I have it.Īnd I’m nice to myself if I do. Is it butterflies in my stomach? An ache in my chest? Lump in my throat? Do I feel antsy or giddy? I try to describe as much about it as possible. Even if it’s just a few seconds, I really try to feel that emotion and locate it in my body. Anger? Sadness? Fear? Joy? I try to name it and notice how it feels in my body. What emotions am I feeling? I will be feeling something if I’m going for the candy dish. And I give myself undivided attention when I do. I dig deep and give myself a real answer. Why am I reaching for that piece of candy? I don’t let myself get away with “I don’t know” or some version of “It tastes good”. When I find myself wanting a piece, I pause for a few seconds and ask 2 questions: Instead of eyeballing the candy dish, I now use it to my advantage. One I wish I had known about in the days when I waged the imaginary war between my sweet tooth and my willpower. ![]() I now have a new approach to the candy dish. You could say my way of dealing with the candy dish was not productive. Then there were the oh-my-god-I-ate-12-pieces kind of days where I would continue to eat junk all night because I thought the day was already ruined. And ashamed of myself when I would take a few pieces. Some would be little skinny things that I was sure could down the whole bowl and not gain a pound.Īnd there was me. Bitching while unwrapping the one piece they rationed themselves, like they had no choice other than to eat it. I would watch people all day come by and snag something. The days after Halloween were the worst filled with a variety of awesome. But most of the time, it was packed with some quality stuff. I would secretly smile when she would forget to bring refills. ![]() She had a pretty crystal bowl on her desk that was always full of something good. But there was one thing I didn’t love about her at all. Laughing, supporting each other, venting – lots of venting. I loved sitting next to her and chatting with her each day. If felt like we had our own little oasis of sanity in an office full of crazy. I remember at one of those firms in particular, I was lucky to have a super nice woman that was one desk over. While I was working in the daily grind (of what now seems like a former life), some pretty interesting people surrounded me.
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