Do you ever come to the realization (after the fact) that if you had stuck with the program, you would be at your goal already??
I LOATHE this mentality. And I seem to be there a lot. Fact of the matter is that it's all my fault. Sure, there are factors that alter my plans, that change my routine. However, I know that above all else, I am responsible for my successes and lack thereof.
I have two weeks to fit into my bridemaid dress. Guess what? Yep, it still doesn't fit.
EXCUSE: I moved this weekend and am getting used to new commute times with special training I am receiving.
REALITY: These are valid items. They should not, however, be deterring me from my workouts. I can jog when I get home. I can work out in my apartment since I'm on the first floor. The 'I'm tired' excuse is getting, well, tired.
EXCUSE: I haven't been able to unpack much or grocery shop at all, so the weekend was a lot of eating out (IHOP, Chipotle, Coldstone)
REALITY: The time it takes me to hit up a fast food joint, I can easily grab some produce at the store. Quit being lazy.
EXCUSE: 'A' offered me dinner when I came over last night. I was hungry and it was there, smelling delicious.
REALITY: 'A' won't care if I turn him down. Taco Bell, while yummy, doesn't help my body in any way, shape or form.
EXCUSE: Football viewing parties every Sunday - pulled pork, sub sandwiches, chicken breast with all the sides you can imagine.
REALITY: I can eat in moderation. I should have chosen water instead of those two Dr. Peppers.
It's all in how you look at things. The world is NOT conspiring against me. The world is trying to teach me self control and I am failing these tests.
I am responsible for me.
Self control. Self control. Self control.