Full Disclosure Friday (It's not you, it's me)

I’d like to say few words about sabotage, specifically self-sabotage. I recently noticed that I was often blaming others for my food and drink binges indulgences. For example, I had an extra drink because I didn’t want this one to drink alone, I had dessert because I didn’t want that one to feel like they put in all the effort for nothing, or even my personal favorite—I’m fine, but the person I’m with is sad so therefore I must join them in whatever they need to do (eat, drink, steal, whatever it takes) to make themselves feel better.

Do you know what every single example above has in common? ME. I’m the one putting the glass up to my lips, the fork in my mouth, and my ass on the couch. Therefore, I’m the one who needs to say ‘no thank you’, or ‘see you in a half hour, I’m going for a run’. There isn’t anyone who can do that for me, and it’s not realistic for me to expect them to.

I’m particularly good at the last-minute sabotage. Perfect example is any event for which I’ve set as my goal for losing weight, i.e. vacation, a wedding, summer, etc. I work on it and work on it and then, usually in the last week before the event, I end up stuffing my face! Now tell me, what the EFF is that all about? Stupid, stupid.
To turn this grumpy train around, I’ve decided that the best thing that could have happened to me was gaining 0.4 pounds last week. Why? Because I’ve already ruined my perfect February. I don’t need to prevent myself from having the exact month I imagined because it’s already slightly flawed. But you know what? So am I. It’s kind of what makes me awesome.

Now that I’ve realized this, the rest of February has been and is going to continue to be PHENOMENAL.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have Week 7 Day 2 (2.5 mile run) to attend to.

-Saboteur out