Today I woke up feeling down...
Bad weigh in.
Perfect excuse to eat those Dark Chocolate Peanut M&Ms for breakfast. (om nom nom nom)
AH, now I've added Guilt to the list.
I sat down at my desk this morning feeling "blah." I was disappointed in myself for not having the will-power to control myself. Negative thoughts started running through my brain faster than the life and death career of an 80s teen pop band.
Its easy to think these negative thoughts.
I didn't try hard enough.
I wasn't strong enough.
I didn't do my best.
I made a mistake.
In an attempt to bring myself out of this rut, I popped up my trusty blog roll and started searching the intarwebz for something. Anything to get rid of the morbid thoughts that attached themselves to my brain like Charlie Sheen nursing crack off a hooker's ass.
And so I found FatGirlsCanRun blog (one of my favs) and this post:
It all comes down to choice. A choice about who we are in our lives. And there’s nothing inherently wrong about our choices AND we can always choose something different.
There’s nothing to beat yourself up over. When you make choices that are no longer satisfying, guess what? MAKE DIFFERENT CHOICES!
I might still fall into chocolate and gain weight, but it will be a choice that I make knowing it has consequences. I choose how my life is going to go.
What do you choose?
I could have responded with a long lengthy post... (like the above)
I could have told her all about my unhealthy eating over the weekend, my snacky in the evenings, my M&M breakfast....
I could have gone on and on about how I was tearing myself up inside from making bad choices recently...
Instead I posted this:
I have a choice on my thoughts.
I needed this today. Thanks.
I can beat myself up on those past choices and let the downward spiral of pity, despair, and self-loathing control more and more choices. Or choose to pick myself up out of the rut. Dust myself off and get back to work.
I choose the latter.
Otherwise, I'll be adding fat faster than a mosquito plugged into Kim Kardashian's ass.