Wednesday, January 02, 2013
No, not to you. Not to my family. I lie to myself. You know, I tell myself that I didn't really overfill the 1/2 cup mark, I really drank a cup of water (even if the glass was only half full), I didn't really eat 7 saltinesÑthey must have fallen off the table (and no, I don't admit it was the recliner where I was eating. Of course it was at the table.) I doubt that I'm the exception. I expect we all play games with our own minds (well, at least most of us.) The truth hurts, but only admitting it will help us start healing from it.
I didn't get to my current weight by being honestÑI got here by tricking my mind to thinking I'm doing everything to the best of my ability. How many of us have really worked to the best of our ability? I know I haven't.
I'm an intelligent person. I could write books of nutrition, diabetes control, self-control, self-discipline. You maybe could, too. It isn't that we don't know these things. I think it's because we don't internalize what we know. The truth sometimes stretches us out of our comfort zones, and it is easier to deny what we don't want to face. But it doesn't seem to help in the long run.
I, for one, must 'fess up to what I'm doing wrong (and I know what that is) and start being honest with myself. Only then will I start the healing process I've caused from years of denial and self-indulgence Only then will I be free!
Let's hear it for freedom from our self-deceptions!
Happy New Year!