Willpower Please

Hubby left yesterday for a quick business trip the UK. Since our entire relationship started off long-distance, the time apart sucks but we know that the best part is when he comes home. By then, we’ll each have forgotten whatever it was that had been annoying us about the other and will only remember that we love and miss each other. Plus the hugs are great! (The gifts don’t hurt either!)

Although this new job was supposed to put an end to business trips, this is Hubby’s third so far this year. This trip in particular is going to be tough since I am at that dangerous point during Phase One of South Beach where I have stayed away from any food that might possibly bring me happiness for almost two weeks but my grumpiness factor is so high I wouldn’t be surprised if that was the reason Hubby was going to England.

You see, I have a tiny little problem: I have zero willpower. Actually that might even be overstating matters. What would you call a person who smells their friend’s French fries because it is the closest they can get to carbs, and cries when chocolate commercials air on television? Oh yeah: pathetic. *sigh*

For the last two weeks, Hubby and I have been gourmet geniuses in our attempts to avoid the “boredom” problem I usually go through on South Beach. (Hubby is skinny and doesn’t need to be on a diet [Hubby edit: Yes, he does, but only for a few kg]. But since he’s so awesome he is keeping to the diet at least at home. How’s that for supportive?) During our first week, we found and adjusted great recipes for both shrimp and calamari that we have already decided to include in our regular repertoire because they turned out so well.

Since I committed to losing a significant amount of weight, I am determined that I won’t cheat while Hubby is away. I have planned certain low-carb friendly takeaway meals, and Hubby and I made gazpacho before he left that should last for at least one more meal.

The problem is that my Hubby-free time has typically been when I totally pig out and enjoy all the foods he doesn’t like. Right now, I wish I was doing Weight Watchers instead so that I could max out my points on yummy foods instead of having to continue to deny myself.

When all is said and done, I have push through the pain and show Hubby (and the world) that willpower is simply a matter of mind over matter. Sure, everyone else on the planet already knows that but this will be a test of that concept for me. I can do it! (I think…)