I’d like to call the following 2 scenarios “try but no fly” Why? Because I always have the best intentions of trying to become a healthier version of myself, but then I can’t fly off with the actual execution of it all.

The first prime example is when “healthy me” decides to take over while grocery shopping. I always manage to have the willpower to avoid the entire snack and junk food aisles. I’ll take my little grocery list and my smug self straight to the check outs, and then reward my discipline with an on-sale bag of chips (the calories are half off too right?).

I’m constantly inspired by new “healthy recipes” and will go out of my way to read articles on the newest superfoods or diet trends. Then I’ll whip up a new, delicious and low carb dinner, feeling like the supermom that I am, then eat an ice cream sandwich for dessert. Followed by another one twenty minutes later because “I didn’t enjoy the first one” due to my toddler yelling for my attention (and a bite of my sandwich).

It’s not until later on when I lay in bed, scrolling, when the dread of my ice cream sandwich binge settles in, as I pass by two fitness models’ pages and one ad for “flat tummy tea”. Why do I torture my vulnerable 11pm self with ice cream sandwiches and chips and every other “bad” food imagineable? Because I love it!