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Wendi’s Word A column by Wendi Reardon
Counting down

by Wendi Reardon

March 13, 2013

I am one week away from my last bout of my nutrition program with Nuview Nutrition.

Well, the last bout before I head into a lifetime of maintenance.

A year ago seemed scary to think vegetables with no butter or covered in cheddar cheese would be alright.

A year ago I would shudder at the thought of no sugary coffee drinks, no pizza, or no chocolate treats. Basically anything unseemingly bad.

Now, it's not as scary. It seems scarier to go back to it. It's been a long journey, and I don't want to go back on the path I was on.

Eight months later, the only candy I buy is for my desk for my coworkers. Yes, I have heard the question, why buy it if you can't have it? I always bought candy to have on hand, but before I would keep it hidden in my desk - if it even made it to the office. I like buying candy.

Plus, if you are an avid reader of this column, and why wouldn't you be? (Don't answer...) You might recall when I discussed relying on smells to get me by.

I still rely on smells. A whiff of chocolate gets me through. I don't need the taste of it. I relied on my other senses. Actually I have gotten to the point I don't need the smell of it.

Sure, I find myself a little weak when I smell popcorn and found myself wanting it for my last, bad weekend. But now the longing is passing which is funny because for weeks I was looking forward to a huge bag (now thinking medium, possibly small) of popcorn while enjoying a show at the movie theater.

Maybe I spent eight months working in a movie theater when I was a teenager living off popcorn. Or possibly all the fatty goodness thoughts have worn off. I don't want it anymore.

How can this be? I get one more weekend then no more. I get two more days. I had a countdown to a minty Shamrock Shake with whip cream. Or my favorite pasta dish from a local restaurant, which I know for sure is loaded with fat.

Well, I have five more days until I get to be bad one last time. I need to get back into the mood because once Camp NaNoWriMo (writing another 50,000 word novel in April and July) begins I will long for those bad days. Or just coffee with cream.