My three year old daughter lately has
been telling her Dad and I that her brain made her do it. Whenever she gets into trouble, it’s always “My
brain told me to do it.” And we respond with stop listening to your brain when
it tells you to do bad things.
It’s funny. I didn’t understand her, but now I see where
she is coming from. It’s not my brain
however that is telling me to do bad things.
Oh no, I have discovered that my stomach is the bad influence.
I woke up this morning determined to work
out and get my Healthy 2012 off to a good start. I got up at a reasonable time;
I did 25 minutes on the treadmill and 10 minutes of weight training. I felt good and in control.
Then my family decided that we should go
out for lunch.
I freaked for a second.
Did I tell you that my weakness is good
food?
My brain told me that I needed to stay
on track. It said that I needed to continue my healthy habits all day no matter
where I go. As I said before, this is a lifestyle and not a diet. I needed to be in control and stay in
control.
So I get in the car and drive to the
restaurant confident that I can stay on track and get my healthy day
going. We enter the restaurant and this is
the first thing that I see at the front door by the hostess station.
I wanted to scream. It looked so good. Even the kids were thinking that they now
wanted dessert.
It is difficult sometimes and some days
I fall off the wagon. Food (and in
particular junk food) is my kryptonite. I
feels o weak when I give in and pig out. Sometimes I think that I can’t do it. My
stomach (the enemy) always hungers for the unhealthiest things on the menu or in
the grocery store and in the refrigerator.
But when I choose to eat the healthier
thing, I feel victorious. I feel so
strong and confident that I can makes these decisions long term.
At the restaurant, I got a salad and I didn’t
ask for extra dressing. It is something
small, but every small thing counts. I
feel victorious and healthy. I like that
feeling. I think I will do it again tomorrow.
My next challenge, not eating right
before I go to bed. But, that is another
story…
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