Tuesday, February 19, 2013
I rarely suffer from self-loathing or anything of the kind. Not that I donít think I have issues, mind you. They just donít generally manifest in negative self talk. Except this weekend. That ugly little voice was loud this weekend and strong and worst of all, I believed it. Yes, so I ate (and enjoyed the hell out of) some fajitas, chips and salsa, and even skinny margaritas on Saturday. I wasnít even close on my calorie range. I have no excuse. Pick up, and move on. Except that voice chased me the rest of the weekend. It said things like, Iím disgusting, and reminded me that I blew it. That I had set a goal to lose 50 pounds by my birthday (which is next week) and that Iím not going to make it (by 2.5 pounds) and I am a failure for it. Never settle for a A- when you could have an A.
That voice Ė that demanding, inflexible, push harder, itís not enough voice, the one that pushed me through law school, helps me excel at my job Ė yeah it sucks when it comes to weight loss. But enough is enough. Now it's time to put the crazy voice back in the box and get back down to business.
Easy, breezy. Right?!