So I poured myself a glass of water instead. A former coworker of mine used to battle the bulge with me. She would tell herself over and over that she LOVED, not liked, water and that it was her friend. Friend or Foe, I rather have that waffle than this water.
*feet flat on floor and wiggle my toes*
Already the craving is subsiding. After just two minutes of typing, it is retreating. Could this be like when I quit smoking? Funny thing is that I have been strict with my food before and it wasn't ever like this. Not going to concentrate on that right now. That was then and this is now...and I am going to finish my water.
The thought just crossed my mind to take out all of the crap that I like out of the house. Wonder what the husband and kids would say about that?