Choices

Today I was having lunch in a mall food court.  Not my normal eating place, but I needed somewhere I could go with my grocery store food to sit down and eat and that fit the bill.

While I was eating my grilled chicken, hard-boiled egg and honeydew melon, I looked over and there it was:

 

The Dairy Queen ice cream cone. 

Right across from where I was sitting was a Dairy Queen.  And let me tell you: I wanted that ice cream cone. 

For just a second. 

Then I remembered: I have been fortunate enough to lose 311 pounds in the last 2 years not eating ice cream cones.  And I thought about that line of thinking. 

It all comes down to choices. 

Either I want the ice cream cone (or, in my case, 10 ice cream cones at once,) or I want my mobility, my health, the ability to run, to not drop dead from a blood clot and to not have diabetes. 

All day, every day, we all make choices.  Day in and day out, we decide to do things.  All these little choices add up to big ones and so we wind up where we are because of what we decided to do. 

It all comes down to that: the choice.  Make the choice.  I reached for a sugar-free Jello pudding instead.