Girl Scout cookie season just ramping up here, and that's an excellent illustration of my principle. I used to buy boxes of these (good cause, I would tell myself) and my plan with them really wasn't thought through. I didn't buy them thinking, "I will eat an entire box in a day, and repeat until they are all gone." But just because I didn't plan on it doesn't mean it didn't happen. It was a default setting, the outcome of not-planning. And even if I had planned to just eat a few, and share the rest, it wouldn't have happened.
Knowing that about myself, I now tell the girls, "No, but I'll make a donation," and I do.
Again, this is amoral--neither bad nor good, neither naughty or virtuous. It's just an is-ness, a what-is, a reality of my body chemistry in combination with trigger foods. At this point, I really have no further need to experiment.
Even the LC treats are treading dangerous grounds for me. If I am looking for something to eat just for the pleasure of eating, I'm starting to slide down the slippery slope. This process of retraining my appetite is a slow one, but I can tell you that it's working. I don't feel deprived in not having treats. I had some slices of salami with cream cheese between them a few weeks ago, and took concerned note of how this functioned for me as a strong stimulant of my pleasure centers, and how I wanted to continue to eat them--not out of hunger, but just chasing that high. I didn't have any more, because I know me.
I don't use the sugar-is-poison route of avoiding eating the treats out there. I have more of a snobby, nose-in-the-air attitude: a sniff, followed by "I don't put THAT in my body." Seems to be working for me.
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