You’re Not The Boss Of Me, Pretzel
After work today, I had to go to the mall here in Pasadena. It leaves a lot to be desired. I haven’t been there in ages because they were having a problem with gangs and general bad crap like that. But this mall houses the shop I needed to go to. So on the way home from work, I called mom to see if she wanted to go with me (and she could bring her 9mm… giggle)… they say to travel in groups. Mom said yes, so I swing by and pick her up. We get to the mall and go into Sears because I wanted to sniff the treadmills (I’m about to be in the market for a new one), so figured… hey, here’s Sears… they have treadmills… let’s go look. Anyway. Sears isn’t the store I went there for. But I still tried out a couple of treadmills.
Mom and I make our way into the mall, ever aware of our surroundings. We go to Things Remembered (the store I needed to go to) so I can pick up a retirement gift for one of my co-workers. As we’re walking out, mom says “I wonder if that good pretzel place is still in the mall.” I gave her my “surely you jest, mother” look. And she said “I could *really* use one of those pretzels with cinnamon.” So, off we went in search of THE pretzel place. It was still there. Mom said she wanted a cinnamon pretzel and a sesame seed pretzel (one for now, one for tomorrow). Oh, and go ahead and get two cinnamon - one for grandma. <sigh> Here I go up to the counter. I salivatingly (is that a word?) place the order. We wait while the girl rolls out the fresh dough, beats it on the pretzel counter (beats?), then does this toss-twirl-flip-and-a-twist thing and pops it into the pretzel oven. 5 minutes later, out comes the warm, steaming, freshly baked HUGE pretzels. She then coats them with butter and dips two in the cinnamon and one in the sesame seeds. She waves to me that they’re ready. I go get them, pay, and we leave. Mom asks me if I want her to carry them. I told her no because I cannot be controlled by a pretzel.
Victory #2 - mom asked me to run through Whataburger to get grandma a Whataburger Jr. meal. I did. I did not get anything for Lena.
We get home, I have a bowl of Kashi cereal, an apple and some grapes. And I’m perfectly satisfied.
Each day, I become a little bit stronger in my resolve. I’m not saying I’ll never fall again, because I know I will. But these small victories are really huge for me. Please, no bad comments about mom and how she should be supportive. She’s very supportive. But I have to learn how to separate my desires from hers and how I don’t have to go along with her in every situation. I’m looking at these times as challenges. 
This morning on the radio, I heard a song about moving a mountain one stone at a time. This is how I’m viewing my weight-loss journey this time. Each pound is one stone for me. If I can remove a stone, or even a pebble from my mountain, then the mountain doesn’t seem so insurmountable all at once.
So, I’ll say it again. You’re not the boss of me, pretzel. Even with your warm, steamy, inviting smell… I’m not letting you control my life.
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Great job resisting temptation!! Keep up the good work!!!
wow…now that kinda self control is amazing and wt i strive for everyday but i just can’t seem to have….so its really something u should be proud of and do a victory dance for….sometimes i think wen u achieve self control…the happiness is double that of seeing the scales move!Indescribable!
After you describing the pretzel I think I want one.lol. I don’t know how you did it but congrat. Take care
Congrat’s! You won! You’re doing absolutely great!!! The difference between your before/after pictures is so amazing - you are looking fabulous!
Great willpower and very good way to look at your journey. Congrats!!!
I know all the gang memebers in the Pasadena Mall were saying “What’s that?! She’s a resister of pretzels, able to waltz into Whataburger without a single bite. Is she a burger snob, a pretzel plucker, no! She’s LENA, boss of her own darn self! Step back, Jack!”
neat Lena
wow we are sure neck in neck girl
Remember these words you wrote:
“This morning on the radio, I heard a song about moving a mountain one stone at a time. This is how I’m viewing my weight-loss journey this time. Each pound is one stone for me. If I can remove a stone, or even a pebble from my mountain, then the mountain doesn’t seem so insurmountable all at once.”
Not only do they help you, but they help me…it’s a great visual to have and something I NEED to learn and appreciate.
About Mom…..
I think it’s absolutely WONDERFUL that you didn’t impose yourself on her….because you know, temptations will arise whether they come from entertaining mom or entertaining grandma. OR ANYONE ELSE FOR THAT MATTER! Me? I LOVE my mom, and if it came down to my diet or something that would make her happy for a minute…I’m picking the latter. Moms are just too precious. So you won’t get any lip from me about Mom other than to say I am proud of you!
I think I need to read this blog every Friday before the weekend… the evil weekend. You are a true inspiration and what a path you are leading for all that read. I could smell that darn cinnamon bun!
Thank you Lena.
*hugs*
All the best with your equipment purchase. That will help tremendously. Exercise is the best way I have found. That and all the healthy foods… Kashi is so yummy!
Yay for you!! That would be a major accomplishment for me in and of itself. My mouth was watering just reading your description of the pretzels…