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Lately (as in the last like……..2 yrs) I’ve been working on finding that runners high, finding the awesome feeling that comes with treating your body well, the nirvana that appears when you treat your body like the temple it is. Unfortunately, ususally this effort manages to get me through about two days and after that my motivation is almost entirely lost on all fronts. The troops then reconvene after the the sweet mandy b’s visit or after the blatantly failed attempt at treadmilling for about 7 minutes, and we try to figure out WTF is going on that this slipup keeps getting through our well-manned defenses.
This article gets it completely. Deciding to let the enemy into my territory, just for a little…because he seems like a sweet guy, IS NEVER A GOOD IDEA. And in the end, my soldiers dying is MY FAULT. As the cranky dieter notes, the little bratty girl inside me (who comes out waaay too frequently to reside in an adult) wants the candy and will likely never stop wanting the candy. It is up to me, however, to finally become the parent or the sargeant or whatever in order to get where I want to be.
Being controlled by a 6 year old for two years is kind of ridiculous, it really is time to man up and take CONTROL of everything.
Aside from trying to be healthier, this applies to soooo much. Everything we want to do, anything we could possibly imagine or accomplish is really in our control. For now, I’m going to stick to applying it to this, as the 6 year old comes out in full force when theres an increase in workload/stress.
just take control. recognize that each and every decision, including every non-decision, affects the overall outcome, and make the best one. (I initially wrote try to make the best one…but that needs to be omitted. Making the best decision in a circumstance is a yes or no, not a try)
