Cravings

I've been doing really well in terms of cravings since I've chosen to dive more deeply into the 811 lifestyle.

Yesterday I joined a group of business partners for supper at a pizza place. Everyone else ate pizza--I had a drink and I was totally fine--totally in control, with no cravings at all. I was looking forward to my 811 supper.

Later that evening I passed up on a chance to join everybody else at a bar, largely because I was reasonably sure I would end up having a beer and I just decided to give it a skip. 

But as I was driving home it seemed every cheeto and pepperoni stick and salted nut in every store within a mile of me was calling out my name "Tim, Tim we're salty and crunchy and we're here waiting for you. We know you want us."  It was crazy. I haven't had an attack of cravings like that in a long time.

I felt like Oddyseus tied to the mast while sailing past the island with the Sirens or Frodo with the one ring calling out to him. Those addictions can be strong.

Fortunately I did make it home safely. Once home, however, I had bananas and almond butter.