By 9pm, I’ve already lost. The day has worn me down. I’m tired. My defenses are gone. And somehow I find myself standing in front of the pantry, not really hungry, negotiating with myself about whether I’ve earned a snack.
Evenings are when I tell myself I’ll start fresh tomorrow. Just this once. I worked hard today. The excuses come easy when I’m exhausted.
I tried fighting harder at night. It doesn’t work. Willpower is a depleting resource, and by evening it’s spent.
Evenings are when I negotiate. Mornings are when I can still hear myself think.
The window before the noise starts
The prompts arrive in the morning for a reason.
Mornings are different. The day hasn’t happened yet. I haven’t made any food decisions. I haven’t failed at anything. There’s a small window before the momentum builds, before the habits wake up.
That’s when a thought can land. Not because mornings are virtuous—they’re just quieter. The noise hasn’t started yet. A question about eating, arriving before I’m thinking about food, has a chance of being heard.
The evening battle didn’t change until I started putting something in my head in the morning. That’s the idea behind 365 Changes—one prompt, early, before the day fills in.
365 Changes: A daily prompt about eating — https://365changes.com/
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