Friday, November 25, 2011
I was very good for Thanksgiving. I worked out, I ate within my calorie allowance. I've never worked out on holidays in the past so I felt very smug.
But today I want to skip my workout and stuff myself on chocolate.
It's not that I feel deprived by yesterday in any way. I didn't force myself to stay within my eating plan, I just wasn't hungry anymore! But there's a part of me that thinks it should be rewarded for doing so well on the holiday. Like an extra bonus 10 pounds lost, or not needing to work out for the rest of the weekend.
Intellectually, I know that this is childish and a completely counterproductive attitude. My Id, though, is stamping its feet and demanding candy and cartoons.
And then I realize, that's what this journey is all about: it's not just a matter of counting calories and working out; it's about retraining that willful instinct within, reteaching it not to expect its rewards to be in food and sloth.
So I will drag myself through my workout today. I will drink my fruit smoothie instead of eating chocolate. And I will be one day closer in my retraining regimen.
I'm doing it for the children.