But lately I found another part of me that needs working on:
my inner parent.
The part of me that says: "I know, you really want to eat more chocolate right now, but since you're only wanting it, because you're tired, you'd better go to bed. The chocolate will still be there tomorrow." And for years I had told myself to shut up, ate the chocolate and didn't go to bed on time. Afterwards I'd complain: "I don't know what to do, I really shoud have gone to bed earlier." (And not have eaten so much chocolate). Lame. Pathetic.
Then I found a whole website dedicated to diet journals. Dozens of women complaining that they were not able to resist the cake/chocolate/potato chip/whatever. As if it attacked them and forcefed them. Or me.
So my inner mommy made up a couple of rules for myself (actually I copied the ones I made for my son - only his rule for drinking alcohol is different from mine), and I stuck to them. Amazing. Why didn't I think of this before? And after being quite stern with myself, once in a while I can say "Okay, but only this one time." and break a rule.
And since every single journal entry I did for the last weeks started with "I'm so tired.", I'll pull out the extra motivational tools. From today on I'll get a sticker on my calendar for every day that I go to bed on time.
For my inner 3 year old.