Last night my husband and oldest daughter took my van to get me some gas. While they were out, Brianna, who had some birthday money burning a hole in her pocket, bought everyone a Frosty.
Now, normally, I’d have been pretty excited about a Frosty. It’s a rare treat and not too horrible as far as occasional treats go (300 calories for a small), but yesterday I posted about my plans for a 12-Week Sprint to the Finish and, in a burst of excitement, I’d gone ahead and gotten started.
It had been a pretty high-calorie burn day, but I also knew I was probably at my max for calories consumed. Still, you can’t just let a sweet gesture or a sweet treat go to waste, right?
So, I started eating it.
About halfway through I was feeling a little full…and a little guilty. It was about that time that Brian, who had already inhaled his Frosty, said, “Are you about ready to give me the rest of that?”
And, he took it out of my hand.
“No,” I said, reaching for it.
He looked at me. I looked at him…and the Frosty. Then, knowing that I didn’t need any more to feel satisfied – and I certainly didn’t need any more to feel guilty – I took one last tasty bite and gave it to him.
Then, Brian gave it to Josh because he didn’t really want it either. He just knew that I had worked too hard to give in to a whole Frosty. A 150-calorie treat was plenty and no more than I would have eaten with any other snack (I typically have a snack of some sort each evening).
A lot of people might have been annoyed, but that’s exactly the kind of support I need – a husband who loves me enough to let little indulgences slide, but also enough to not ever want me going back to where I was and enough to want me to feel the sense of accomplishment that comes from reaching my goals.
Do you have a good support system in place to help you reach your goals in a positive and encouraging way?