Yesterday was my first real test of willpower – and I passed! During lunch my work besties decided to get drinks after work. I said I wasn’t going, because of my diet, and they tried to convince me to come. “Come on, you don’t have to drink, you can just drink water.” “We’re not going to stay out long.” “You could just have a vodka and soda.” “It’s Friday night!” They weren’t trying to sabotage me, they just genuinely wanted me to go. I finally caved and said I would.
What’s the big deal? I asked myself. You don’t have to drink. And even if you do have one drink, what’s the worst that could happen? You don’t lose weight? You gain a pound? It’s good to be on a diet and losing weight, but at what price? Sacrificing your social life? If you died tomorrow, what would you regret more? Cheating on your diet or not spending time with the people you love?
Fortunately this logic did NOT prevail. I thought about all the hard work I’ve put into my diet and exercise this week and decided there was no way in hell I was going to jeopardize my progress by going to happy hour. Even if I only had a glass of water, I’d still be skipping the gym and getting home late and eating dinner way too late. I told the girls I wasn’t going and then went to the gym, where I worked out AND made my first ever appointment with a personal trainer. For next Friday.