Monday, March 06, 2017
I've got the mindset of a petulant toddler today: I don't wanna fill my water bottle -- I don't wanna go to taekwondo tonight -- I don't wanna eat healthy and track everything -- I DON'T WANNA!!
Keep in mind, I'm coming off a bit of a binge bender this weekend. Literally, (used correctly) I tracked none of my food yesterday in some fit of insolent rebellion against -- what, exactly? Being fitter? Healthier? Dear Lord, not that. Seriously, I'm trapped in some kind of pissy mood, and it sounds suspiciously like teenage rebellion as well as toddler-hood: Other people get to eat donuts at work, why can't I? Other people don't work out and fit in a size 6, why can't I?
Just writing this out, however, is giving me the giggles. The words are so foolish when I see them in print. How about this: I worked out today, so I DESERVE to eat lots of junk without tracking. Right... But I also deserve to be healthy and fit.
Sigh... How did I deal with cranky toddlers all those years ago? Meditate, get a cup of coffee, and just force a smile...a workout...a healthy dinner. I can do this. I only have to beat myself.