Wednesday, November 18, 2009

I Think I'll Go Eat My Feelings Now...

Have you ever seen a picture of yourself someone tagged of you on facebook and cringed at the "angle" of the photo, which in Big Guhl Wuld means you are actually cringing and the number of chins you have, which happens to have a strong correlation to the number of oats Quaker has?

Not that I'm any expert or anything.

Or have you ever stayed up late watching The Golden Girls only to be swayed by yet another infomercial, this time revolving around the Neckline Slimmer?

Don't even tell me you weren't tempted the last time you went into Walgreens and saw that contraption beckoning: "Come to me all of you who are faux dieting and wearing heavy chins, and I will give you a slimmer neckline for your wedding photos."

What I'm trying to say is that I feel as if I've fallen off the self-control wagon, and the wagon went up about five inches once I fell off, adding much insult to my (albeit slightly cushioned) injury.

I'm not making excuses.

Actually, I am going to make a few. I was talking to my dad last night (he has lost a couple hundred pounds in the last two years) and lamenting to him about how expensive healthy food is sometimes.
SERIOUSLY PEOPLE, have you BEEN in the produce aisle lately?
It's like highway robbery only I like to think of it as outside aisle robbery because they tell you that's the safest place for us to shop-less preservatives and sodium and such.

Also, there's the little fact that I pretty much spend more time in my car than I do anywhere else. This has furthered my ridiculously sedentary lifestyle and my dinner from a bag kind of life.

But at the end of the day, there really is no excuse. People have lost weight under much more difficult circumstances and have demonstrated self-control in much busier lifestyles than me.


That makes me feel guilty.

But guilt doesn't really change anything. Guilt is our human reaction to our sin. Conviction is our spiritual reaction to it.

Don't worry, I am also feeling convicted. I need to make some changes.

My God, my future husband and my future children deserve my efforts to live healthy, even with the opposition my crazy life offers. With this conversation still ringing in my head, and my life about to change in a totally ginormous way, it's time for me to quit talking (blogging) and start getting serious about it.

But not so serious that I drop a hundred pounds before the wedding. The dress is lace up and there's no way to take it in. And if it didn't fit anymore, that would make me totally have to eat my feelings.

How do you struggle with self-control?


Chantelle said...

I have the opposite problem...I am underweight, and trying to get pregnant. I am thinking that my lack of eating (do to a busy schedule and the chasing around of a 2 year old) isn't the best way to prepare my body for getting pregnant.
I struggle with taking time for myself and feeding myself. It may sound silly...but its true! :)

Allison said...

I just ate 3 pieces of cold pizza and 2 brownies. It was total lack of self control. Total. I was fillin' up on food and not Jesus....

All My Monkeys said...

I struggle with self control in the tone of my voice as I speak/shout at my children.

I struggle with my tired, frustrated self.

I struggle with eating because it's the one thing everyday I do for me.

And I struggle with how to change that. I don't know. I don't know how to deal with stress. I feel trapped by circumstances, and lack the resources to know how to change it.