"This won't make a difference!"

Funny how 10 of "this-won't-make-a-difference," actually makes a difference.

I started Weight Watchers again. I'm three days into it and finding myself justifying the BLTS (bites, licks, tastes and sips) by thinking to myself that a little bite of something won't make a difference.

Well ... actually it does.

I'm very good at justifying things.  Especially in the kitchen, where I've got to taste things, and couldn't possibly leave a bite on a (someone else's) plate.  I made Cornish Pasties tonight and it was so much work, I justified taking one of the larger ones.

When I'm trying to instill a new discipline in my life, those little "this-won't-make-a-difference" trip me up every time.  They are like road bumps that slow me down.  Enough of them can cause a u-turn.

It's a dangerous line of thinking, and one that can cross over into other areas of my life.  This faulty thinking goes something like this ...

It's a special occasion ...
Just this once
I'm not as bad as so-and-so
Well at least I'm not doing ...

Little bites add up to ounces that add up to pounds.  Just like leaving my t-shirt draped over a chair, added to my shorts, and my capris, adds up to a messy room.   Or, like one day not reading my Bible, leads to another and then a week has gone by and I'm wondering why I'm so out of sync.

It all makes a difference.  And that's what making doing the right thing so dog-gone hard.  But so very worth it.

In His Love,
Glynnis