As I sat my bags down this morning upon arrival to the office, I found this basket of goodies tucked near the chair. Feeling strong, I moved it into the office kitchenette and returned to my seat feeling self-righteous. And, frankly, much more proud of myself than one should over such a small act.
After a few clients, a tasty bowl of veggie chili, and a green juice, I remembered the colorful candies carefully tucked away in the room across the hall. I tiptoed in, stuffed a few Kit Kats into my hands, and savored them in my office. Then back for a few Whoppers. And topped it off with a Peppermint Pattie.
My belly began to ache. In retaliation, I snapped this pic and blamed the office for creating the temptation noting "candy in the office should be illegal. Or self-control should be doled out at birth."
Temptations are tricky little beasts. They may come in the form of candy, wine, books, boys, or technology. While I knew the twinge would pass if I gave it space, today I fell into the chocolatey trap.
Sunday I was strong and took a digital day off while resisting the twinges to check in. I share this to show that sometimes I have a semblance of self-control.
As Viktor Frankl said, "Between stimulus and response, there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and our freedom.” Well-being comes when tuning in and resisting the unhealthy twinges, knowing they will pass.
Today my twinge-resistance breakdown led to a belly ache . . . beautifully balanced by green juice. And, after all, it's all about balance. Bisous. x