Dying for It

One of the things I've learned from Weight Watchers* is to not eat something that's unhealthy (or, in my case, not "on the list") unless you're dying for it.

If you're dying for the peanut butter fudge brownie, eat it. Don't eat five of them, but allow yourself to have one. (Just not every day.)

But don't eat the dried-out, crumbly cookies that have been sitting out for hours in the office just because they're there and they're free. Don't drink the God-awful vodka sodas at the open bar, even if they do the job just as well as something delicious. Don't eat your burned dinner. Throw it out and start over again.

The same can be said for many other aspects of life besides food and drink. If you're not dying to watch a show or hear a song, change the channel. If you're not dying to have sex with a person, kick them out before they take it out.

The thing is, sometimes you have to eat, and there's nothing good to eat around. You're relegated to the mall food court or a freeway rest stop, with no healthy options at hand. But you have to eat something.

In this instance, you have two choices: try to select the healthiest unhealthy thing you can (e.g. a chicken soft taco from Del Taco), or chalk the meal up to an exception, a one-time desperation, and get the burger, onion rings, apple pie, the whole shabang. Because they offered no kale. Because maybe you weren't dying for it, but you were dying for something.

And so you settle for what you can get.

*I am a Weight Watchers employee but I am writing about my own personal experiences and views. The opinions expressed here are my own and do not reflect those of Weight Watchers.

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