I don’t know if you do this also, but I bribe my kids occasionally to do stuff. Like yesterday, I told #3 I’d give her fifty cents if she’d pick up all the DVD and Wii game cases that #4 pulled off the shelf. After she finished, she decided to capitalize on the situation, found a Swiffer duster, and asked if she could dust, too. When she was about halfway through the dusting, she stopped and said, “How much are you going to pay me for dusting?” Because I didn’t want her to go on strike over salary negotiations and leave the job only partly done, I told her I’d give her a dollar for the whole thing. Problem solved.
But this post is about me. I’m in the middle of a bribe for myself. Some people would call this “rewarding yourself,” but it’s just a bribe to do something. As you may or may not know (or care, for that matter), I’m on the Weight Watchers program. I’ve been stuck at the same weight for about a year and I can’t get past it. I know what the problem is – food. I eat it. A lot. And not good-for-you stuff, either. My favorite snack over the last few years has been a big glop of creamy peanut butter with some chocolate chips mixed in. I always feel a little ill after I finish it, but that never seems to matter while I’m consuming it.
I “mostly” write down the stuff I eat and I “mostly” stay within my points range. Unfortunately for me, “mostly” doesn’t work. Back before #4 came along, I was losing weight like crazy. At least that’s how I remember it. I can honestly say that I was on a roll and had developed great habits. I also used to
reward bribe myself along the way when I hit milestones. I’ve treated myself to pink hair, a new bottle of perfume, and some new Birkenstocks. I even gave myself diamonds once. But these days, nothing seems to inspire me. I needed a carrot on a stick to get this old donkey to behave again.
Back at the end of my spring break staycation, I met Hubs and the kiddos in Santa Fe at Kohl’s on their way home from his parents’ house. We got shoes for 3 kids, and then browsed a bit. I’ve been needing a new purse, so I keep my eyes open when I’m out shopping. That day, I struck gold. I found this:
It fit all my requirements, so I bought it. As you can see, the price tag is still attached. It sits on my jewelry box, a silent reminder of the task I’ve set before myself: write down everything I eat for 4 weeks. When I do that, I get to move in to the new purse. I’m on Week 3, Day 3. Twelve more days to go. I decided this was a more attainable task than something like “lose 5 pounds.” Who knows how long it would take me to do that? Actually, I think I’ve already done it, but since that’s not my goal for the purse, I’m not going to dwell on it.
I mentioned here that I crashed and burned on the Dietbet I was part of. Yeah – that was $50 I’ll never see again. Not only did I not reach the goal of 4% of body weight lost in 4 weeks, I didn’t lose anything. Not one ounce. My beginning and ending weights were exactly the same, down to the tenth of an ounce. That was even with a bout of stomach flu. Know how I soothed my bruised ego? With a glop of creamy peanut butter and chocolate chips. That really helped – until the stomach ache and self-loathing kicked in.
So – I need some ideas for my next bribe. How do you treat yourself?