Excuses

This one bite won't hurt.

I am too tired to run right now.

If I try to run, Nikolai will cry.

It is too hot/cold/wet outside.

I already messed up my diet today, I will start over tomorrow.

I can eat this just for today only.

Nothing I do matters anyway.

Excuses.

I have been full of them lately.  I have not been eating well.  I have not been keeping up with my running.  I need to do better.

I have no idea what it is, but I have this uncanny ability to rationalize my behavior - even when that behavior is totally and completely wrong.  There have been many opportunities for me to run, all of which I have passed up.  On the other hand, I have taken every opportunity to eat poorly. 

When I was full force into eating properly and dealing with my cravings and urges, my doctor advised me find a mental image that I could think up every time I wanted to eat something that I should not be eating.  A goal of sorts.  I kept trying to picture my goal weight on the scale every time I got the urge to eat something bad.  I would say it did not work so well.  I suppose that perfect number was not enough for me to eat right.  Problem was I could not think of anything else that would help me avoid my number one enemy (food).

So, my fat ass was driving down the road the other day and I saw a man running.  He must have been at least 70.  Notwithstanding his age, there he was jogging away down the road without any sort of problem.  Then it hit me.  That is what I want.  I want to be 70 years old running down the road, not 70 years old struggling to get up a flight of stairs.  That is my mental image.  Not the old man...me.  Me at 70 running down the road.

This week will be better.  Excuses are lame.  Plus, I will be too busy running to make them up.