This past weekend I was hanging out at one of the local CBVA (beach volleyball) tournaments, cheering on some friends. I had just played six fun games myself, and was feeling a bit dissatisfied with my mid section, as I could “feel it” as I was running around the court. I don’t go much with numbers on the scale as much as I do with checking in on how I “feel.” Then I had the added bonus of seeing some super toned people playing as I was eating my sandwich. It was at the moment that I declared that I would work on my mid section once and for all…
…of course it’s not the first time I’ve declared this.
Later that night I went to a friend’s birthday party at a restaurant, armed with the idea that I would have one drink, then head home to eat my healthy version of a taco salad. Well, you know that first beer tasted so good (Kona Firerock Pale Ale), and I haven’t been out socially in forever, so that one drink turned into two, followed by an appetizer because I was starving, followed by being a little to tipsy too drive home, so I went out to dinner. At least I did order something sensible (grilled salmon), but the damn bread with hummus and olive tapenade they gave us beforehand was just too good to pass up.
On Sunday I was “fully committed” to my new plan of six-pack abs, and started off my day well with a volleyball class. It was really windy so I didn’t get in any extra games, but I was on a sensible food plan for the day. Then my cousin called me out of the blue and was in town, and wanted to take me out to eat. What? Out to eat two days in a row? Well when it’s on his expense account, how could I say no?
He chose a seafood restaurant, and although the appetizer and main course were pretty healthy, the &%*$%^ bread (and it was really warm and squishy and herbed and shit) tempted me once again.
So apparently I want flat abs, but am I really THAT committed to the goal? How bad do I really want it? Apparently at this point, not bad enough!
It’s hard sometimes when it comes to losing weight, getting in shape, revamping our dating life, finding a new job, or saving money, to sometimes stay fully committed. Sometimes we are blessed to have it all, like the friends I know who can eat anything they want and still have a flat tummy. Or in the case of finances, the friends you know who earn good money and don’t have to worry about counting every penny. But you’re not them and they’re not you. If you want what you want…what you REALLY want, sometimes you have to make sacrifices (I’m looking at you, carbs!).
If I REALLY want to not have a poochy belly, I have to stay committed to eating a low carb/sugar and high protein diet. My body doesn’t give a crap that I like wine, cheese, bread, and chocolate, and want to have good abs too. Whaaaaaaaaaaa! All my body is saying to me is, “welcome to 43, bitch.”
Food and spending temptations seem to be closely related. The Universe tends to tease us sometimes. It’s like the more committed to a goal we are, the more temptation we face. OK seriously, I’ve been sitting at home bored and watching Netflix for a month, and now when I commit to having a tight tummy…NOW I get all these social invites. Cute Universe, cute.
Like this weekend I’m going to a friend’s birthday potluck type party. And I’m faced with a choice: give in and adapt the YOLO attitude and have a great time, or stand my ground and fully commit to my goal (and you know, still have fun but with friends potentially giving me a hard time).
I think sometimes we in the PF community talk a lot about what we want out of life, but often times our actions fall short:
- “I REALLY want to pay off my debt” (yet an acquaintance is getting married in Venice and it would be really fun to go).
- “I REALLY want to earn more money” (but I’m tired at the end of my work day and just want to chill out).
- “I REALLY want to lose weight” (but I’ll start my diet after my friend’s birthday).
We can find excuses if we really try hard. Heck, we don’t really even have to try that hard do we?
What do you REALLY want right now? What are you willing to do to make it happen?