Yes, that is exactly what I mean. To be committed I have to do it all the time. What is it? I have to exercise regularly and eat food that is good for me, consistently and NO MATTER WHAT.
No matter what? But, sometimes I don’t want to. Like when? Like when Target has those disgusting but delicious sugar cookies with the inch thick shortening frosting with shamrocks sprinkled all over them. Like yesterday.
Yesterday I chose to be interested in my health instead of committed. I ate cookies, like half the package of cookies. And I have the nerve to wonder where that extra 35 pounds came from. It’s like I am trying to convince myself that I am not as smart as I know I am.
Merriam Webster defines sabotage as:
Definition of SABOTAGE
I also figured out that if we want to make money we need to purchase a roller rink. It’s great exercise, it’s super fun, and two out of three children loved it.
My Day Three exercises asked me to make a list of actions I am committing myself to today:
- Yoga, 10 minutes or more
- Answer all 6 discussion questions in class
- Draft a tester email
- Fold and put away the laundry
- Because I don’t want to (too bad, put on your big girl panties and remember your commitment)
- My stomach/head/hips hurt (no they don’t, do something less strenuous like Yoga or a walk around the block just fucking MOVE)
- I have too much homework to do (20 minutes, Jillian Michaels, you spend more time on Facebook than that and you know it)
- I have my period (and exercise relieves cramps, do it)
- I don’t have time (shut the fuck up)