Every single morning that I go to work, I will, without fail, have the following dialogue with myself as I walk along the platform in London.
Ethel: Oh look, you've arrived in London, that means its time for yummy breakfast items. What shall you have? Bagel? Breakfast baguette? Croissant with egg and bacon? Sausage McMuffin? Toast? Mmmm, toast.
Me: No, I had breakfast, I had a shake and I don't need anything else. Besides, I'm not hungry. And I choose to do cambridge and see excellent results. Go away, Ethel.
Ethel: But smell that hot bread baking in Pret; see the man with the croissant....look, a skinny girl with a mcmuffin, you could have one of those and get away with it - you want one, you want one
Me: No, but yeah, but....Yeah you're right, I do want something. Croissant? What would do the least damage?
Ethel: Well, go on then, it'll be niiiiiiice, and you were up so early, work is so miserable, you deserve a treat, don't you.
Me: No. Coffee. Only coffee. I shall remain firm.
Ethel: Ok, well have something to go with your coffee then? Something small? Look, they do muffins in here.
Me: Shut UP Ethel!
"Shut up Ethel" is my mantra on this diet. Ethel, for those that don't know, is the devil on my shoulder. She's me, of course. She's the bit of me that still thinks food is a suitable reward for getting up early; a compensation for having a hard time at work. The bit of me that recalls the years and years of habitually buying breakfast when I got off the train to work.
(For years I commuted through Charing Cross, and Villiers Street next to the station has the following: Pret, Starbucks, Bagels, a little cafe, Costa, Eat.....masses and masses of carb-laden breakfast over the years contributed significantly to me being sixteen stone)
I guess we all have an Ethel. The trick seems to be not making her go away, but learning to listen to that side of ourselves and then choosing to acknowledge it but not act upon it. I don't think its possible to get rid of Ethel altogether, is it? Maybe Ethel will be a bit less vocal in time, but at the moment, she's pretty strident.
Its becoming tiresome, and boring, to have this conversation with myself every day. Its so Pavlovian - the result of years of conditioning. 'Cannon Street, this train terminates here. All change' triggers Ethel from her slumber like a bloody dog salivating at the sound of a bell.
In other news: at WI this week (Monday) I had shed another four lb, so taking me to 24lb in five weeks. Its times like that that enable me to put Ethel back in her box!
Stats (as of Monday)
Weight: 13'3
Lost: 24lb
To target: 32lb