So I went to the market tonight to pick up a few things for the gang. As I watched the array of food passing through the checkout, it was a crazy study in contrasts. Not to mention what I devoured during the trip ’round the store. Ugh. Confession to follow.


Schizophrenic shopping cart contents


The right stuff.


Not so nice: sugar, dairy, and meat.

The slippery slope began slipping (or sloping) with the realization that Easter is this Sunday and I have six baskets to put a little sweetness within. And then I reached for a container full of something I knew wasn’t going in a basket.


My drug of choice tonight: chocolate + toffee covered pretzels. Yowza.

Why oh why did I do it? I know how unhealthy these are. I fully understand the physiological addictive qualities of the salt and the sweet, but there I went. I just couldn’t stop. One after the other. Until the register (and the container was nearly empty), and I asked the man at the checkout to take them away from me. So much for the warrior focus and self-restraint.

Maybe it was self-soothing. Actually, I’m sure it was. I was tired today. I stayed up later than my usual last night, crawling into bed at 3 am because there just aren’t enough hours in the day—or I’m not the time manager I’d like to be, yet. I was working on a new yoga class that I’d hoped would be a fun new twist on the tennis court at my local indoor tennis and fitness center. But it didn’t work so well, and I take the blame. I took a figurative stumble, and with it fell back into old habits without even realizing what I was doing.

The difference now, though, is that I’m aware. It’s time for self-forgiveness about my mistakes on the planning, time management, and obsessive eating-while-shopping. Keep on truckin,’ as my friend and teacher Jennilee says. Love that. I’m going to practice what I preach and re-read that great quote from Lucille Ball. Tomorrow, a new day.

I have an everyday religion that works for me. Love yourself first, and everything else falls into line. — Lucille Ball