Missing Milk (and I don’t even drink that much!)
Whiney. I’m sure
you couldn’t tell I hide that well, right?
But it all comes down to my inherent nature – You tell me no, and I will do EXACTLY what I am not supposed to. Run with knives? Check. Foot up on the dash? Check check. Speeding? Ugg yes. Don’t have that next (abc, 123, whatever!) and I will immediately do it. THAT my friends and family is my terrible, ugly, disgusting human nature. And why I feel like this chick and I could be BFF….or somehow distroy the world. Whatever.
I want to do what I want when I want, and in my youth (college) it caused myself a lot of harm. Its taken me a long time. LOOOOONG LOOOOOOOOOOOONG LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGG time to recognize the fact that I thrive within rules and guidelines. At work, at home, in my relationship with God…friends, family….ALL of it!
So I kept thinking. I dont WANT to do this. I want to eat whatever I want and be skinny, better skin, feel better, walk around happier. But friends, let’s be honest. It does NOT happen that way. Change only come with really BIG effort. Really BIG pains, and REALLY BIG commitment. And I don’t think we ever FEEL like it. But GROW UP RUTH. Change is hard. ALL OF IT.
Here comes the tough love. This is for those of you who are considering taking on this life-changing month, but aren’t sure you can actually pull it off, cheat free, for a full 30 days. This is for the people who have tried this before, but who “slipped” or “fell off the wagon” or “just HAD to eat (fill in food here) because of this (fill in event here)”. This is for you.
- It’s not that effing hard. (Yes, I wanted to throw an f-bomb in there.) Don’t you dare tell me this is hard. Giving up heroin is hard. Drinking your coffee black is. Not. Hard. Substituting Sunday morning French toast in favor of a giant omelet and side of crispy bacon is not hard. Eating fresh, delicious fruits and vegetables every day is not hard. So I don’t want to hear one single complaint. You won’t get any coddling from me on this one, you won’t get any sympathy for your “struggles”, and you won’t get any second chances. Not in my house. It’s thirty days, and it’s for the most important cause on earth – the only physical body you will ever have in this lifetime. So shut up and do it.
- Don’t tell me you “slipped”. Unless you physically tripped and your face landed in a box of Krispy Kremes, you DID NOT SLIP. You made a choice to eat something of poor quality. It’s always a choice, so do not phrase it as if you had an accident. You make a poor choice, even once, you’re out. You don’t get to re-start, you don’t get to keep posting. Commit here, 100%, for the full 30 days, or go somewhere else.
- Don’t lie to me. Don’t even try.
- You never, ever, ever HAVE to eat anything you don’t want to eat. You’re all big boys and girls. Toughen up. Learn to say no. Learn to stick up for yourself. Just because it’s your Mom’s birthday, or your best friend’s wedding, or your company outing does not mean you “have” to eat crappy food. It’s always a choice, and I would hope that you stopped succumbing to peer pressure in 7th grade.
- This does require a bit of effort, people. If you’re cutting grains and dairy for the first time, you have to replace those calories with something. You have to make sure you’re eating enough, that your vitamins and nutrients are balanced, that you’re getting enough protein, fat and carbohydrates. Don’t expect me to fill in the blanks for you. Figure it out. There are a ton of good resources out there, so take responsibility for your own plan. Improved health, fitness and performance doesn’t happen just because you’re now taking a pass on chocolate milk.
Isn’t that awesome?? I need a no-bullshit version of EVERYTHING in life. And especially since in the South, it seems most people are accustomed to the “white lie” so that no one’s feelings ever get hurt.
I used to “lie” and tell people that Body Pump/RPM/BodyFlow/CXWorx/THEGYM is easy. Well and for me, it was “easy” in the sense that I liked it and I didn’t consider it a pain to want to puke my guts out for 30-90 minutes. To me, it wasn’t a lie. I really DID like it. But then I started realizing (through my sisters and mom) that not everyone likes to work out. And not everyone could care less if someone sees them sweating/breathless/struggling. And I had to turn this around and see the 90% of people that working out is NOT their release. Its their CHORE. And turn it into something that they can manage. And that mentality is how I need to view changing my life in regards to what I eat.