The Bubble Expansion

I say - the oddest thing is happening.

Reasonably regular readers will remember that recently I declared a bubble in my perspex walls (the mental construct that allows me to exercise discipline and not eat everything in the entire world), which allowed me a cold liquid option in Starbucks during the summer. Normally, I'd regard these as basically liquid desserts, but by getting them to take every conceivable calorie and gram of fun out of a frappucino, I convinced myself that I could actually drink them without imperilling my control. And so it has proved - I have one or two cold ones when I go to spend a day in Starbucks now, and have no problem with that. My discipline remains strong, my routine of exercise remains unchallenged, and I don't feel like diving into the nearest cheesecake as a result of having a "liquid dessert" - the logic that used to connect one to the other appears to have been at least partially quelled.

Well, today things have gone a degree further - a bubble expansion, if you will.
The staff at my particular Starbucks all now pretty much know me. the head honcho there even occasionally passes me stuff that's due to be chucked out if I can make use of it - sachets of instant, packets of beans for grinding, that sort of thing.

Today she handed me a dessert.
Well, it could be seen as a dessert. Yoghurt, compote and granola - that's pretty desserty if you think about it. I read the calorific information - about 300, since you ask - realised I'd walked six miles this morning, and then checked my decision-making paradigm. Was this not the thin end of the wedge? Was it not the top of the slippery slope into secret lunch time chippy trips and head-first dives into the Hagen Daz?

It really doesn't seem to be. It was a thing - I treated it as lunch and moved the fuck on. Even now, some hours later, I'm not connecting it with desserts and desires. It's as if there's a wall that won't let the usual demented logic connect in my brain.

Firstly, we like this. We like this a lot, because the Demented Disappearer is frankly a pain in everybody's ass. And secondly - on we go. Depending on the weather, going to either walk again in the morning or head to the gym. Still haven't wrecked my calorie count for the day, and don't intend to now I'm home, and we move the hell along. Am I going to crave the same thing next time I go to Starbucks? Don't think so - didn't crave it today. Obviously, I'll let you know if that changes, but certainly at the moment I'm just focusing on losing my 2lb by Tuesday, to take me down to 18st 2.75.

The interesting thing is I said this not long before having the fish and chips, back in March 2012 that began my slide back into old and dangerous habits. Let's see if the Bubble Expansion and the Logic Block remains, shall we?