I don’t feel like feeding my children today. I don’t feel like washing laundry. I don’t feel like doing the dishes that have been in the sink since Thursday. I don’t feel like getting up to use the bathroom, and I sure as hell don’t feel like exercising. If I let my feelings about things dictate my actions I would have malnourished (or dead) children dressed in dirty stinky clothes eating off of dirty dishes. I would also be fat and covered in my waste. Not a pretty picture right? Yeah, not at all. So I feed the children, make sure the clothes have been washed, make the girls wash the dishes, use the bathroom when I need to and work the fuck out, even if I don’t feel like it.
If you are anything like me feelings get twisty and often times my feelings tell me to do something other than what I know is best for me. Eat a doughnut or eat an apple? Have a glass of water or drink a soda? Work out for 30 minutes or skip it and finish season one of Buffy the Vampire Slayer? Decisions decisions. I am far from stupid and I know what will help me be healthier and what will help me die an unhealthy death. My choices are my responsibility. If I eat a doughnut today that doesn’t mean I have to eat one tomorrow. I can make a bad choice on Wednesday and make good choices on Thursday. I have not failed because I am not a failure.
I am more committed today than I was yesterday. I did not balk at exercising today and I actually did more than I intended to do. Tomorrow I may put my whiny face back on, but today, today was refreshing.
Patti, Jacelyn and Alice’s grandma once said to me, “I don’t live to eat I eat to live.” It’s a terrific thing to remember, especially when I am faced with food I love to eat. I know the book delves into the nuances of eating what you love without killing yourself in the process later on, so I will revisit this.
Today’s catchphrase, do it anyway.
Update on the no-poo method. My whole head smells like vinegar when I sweat after a workout. I’m like a walking pickle.