Why on earth did you let me get away with my last post? Next time I babble about such junk, call me out on it!!!
All that I wrote in that entire post was a bunch of crap. Excuses are not the answer! Excuses doesn't burn calories.
All-night work sessions are an acceptable reason to forget the ideals of a healthy lifestyle? In the words of my fave Cher: As if! Re-reading that post embarrasses me. In fact, I am tempted to delete it.
If you are going to choose to be unhealthy, fine be unhealthy. But call it like it is. Own up to it. Take responsibility for your actions! Don't try to mask it with lame justifications and "creative" explanations! It will become a slippery slope if you let yourself get away with excuses. Suddenly, you'll find yourself explaining "reasons" for all kinds of splurges and slip ups: "I made it to all my classes today. Clearly that is a special occurrence warrants cake and ice cream!" Uh huh. "I paid all my bills today. I get a cookie now!" Uh huh.
My birthday is Thursday and I plan to enjoy it. But that doesn't mean I should act like eating a junk-ton of cake is acceptable behavior. Because it isn't. It is behavior that will make me gain weight. It is behavior that won't go unpunished - either by the very foods themselves, or by my own design through working out or cutting calories elsewhere. No good eat goes unpunished.
I don't mean go all Rev. Dimsdale on yourself and hide in a closet beating the sin from your body. But you have to call it like it is - Bad Behavior - and act accordingly - Work it off!
When you give yourself a pass on making healthy choices, it almost always comes with a pass on making up for those unhealthy choices. Instead, say, "Self, if we are going to have cake today, we need to go for an extra run first!" Then it's ok to say "I ran three miles today, I can splurge a little this afternoon."
Making good choices is a piece of cake. So long as we don't wash it down with a big cold glass of Vitamin D Whole Excuses, then we'll be fine. We can have our cake and eat it too.
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Monday, March 14, 2011
Friday, October 23, 2009
Bottomless Pit?
I have issues.
For some reason, today, my stomach was a bottomless pit. Seriously, at one point, I caught myself actually dipping my fingers into a cup of ranch and licking it off. Twice.
It was date night and I've had a horribly long and stressful week and I just couldn't be bothered being picky. But still I managed to order a grilled chicken sandwich (with pineapple, Swiss cheese and teriyaki sauce. I also had a side salad rather than fries. So, I did pretty well, I guess.
But then we went to the movies and I got a 16 ounce icee and small popcorn. Now I'm home and just ate an orange. And I can't forget the cookies that I keep munching as I walk through the kitchen.
My roommate made 6 dozen cookies for the homeless, took them to her students to decorate, hated the decorations and brought them home and set them on the kitchen table. There is no longer 6 dozen.
Seriously, one of you needs to intervene and lock me in my bedroom. Stat.
For some reason, today, my stomach was a bottomless pit. Seriously, at one point, I caught myself actually dipping my fingers into a cup of ranch and licking it off. Twice.
It was date night and I've had a horribly long and stressful week and I just couldn't be bothered being picky. But still I managed to order a grilled chicken sandwich (with pineapple, Swiss cheese and teriyaki sauce. I also had a side salad rather than fries. So, I did pretty well, I guess.
But then we went to the movies and I got a 16 ounce icee and small popcorn. Now I'm home and just ate an orange. And I can't forget the cookies that I keep munching as I walk through the kitchen.
My roommate made 6 dozen cookies for the homeless, took them to her students to decorate, hated the decorations and brought them home and set them on the kitchen table. There is no longer 6 dozen.
Seriously, one of you needs to intervene and lock me in my bedroom. Stat.
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