If I could weigh my excuses...
Saturday, January 01, 2011
they would add up to 25 pounds! After getting over the shock of a gain that large in only three months, or more horrifically equated— a quarter pound a day for 95 days!—I looked for the root of the problem and saw my chain of excuses:
I just had a procedure (really, a very minor one that required no recovery)
I'm on vacation.
I had a rough time at work and I deserve this chocolate!
I'm on vacation. (yes, again)
My friend is in town and I never get to see her. (or eat and drink with her!)
It's a holiday party, I should enjoy it.
My relatives made this, I can't be rude.
That's the short list. But you get the idea. I'm sure you've used one or two of these on yourself.
All those times that I didn't want to "deprive" myself, or "be left out" add up to one thing- dissapointment. I'm dissapointed in myself for forgetting about all the hard work I put in to get where I was. I'm dissapointed that my new Christmas clothes that everyone was so happy to buy me in smaller sizes don't fit. I'm most dissapointed of all that I lost sight of my goals.
It's the day for resolutions, and I've made mine. It's time to get back on track and this time— no excuses!