courtesy of Rachel Mac:
Dear Weak [enter your name],
I get it. You're dying for a piece of candy. Maybe it's not the candy (or
the pastries, or whatever), maybe you're bored, you're hungry, you're tired of
thinking about the candy all day and you're just saying screw it. One bite, one
piece, one serving/helping, and then i'm done, I'll go to the gym, I'll go home
for the night, I'm still on track.
You're bored.
This is absolutely the stupidest reason imaginable to throw yourself off
track, feel disappointed in yourself and your lack of self-control, give
yourself a belly you'll have to work off for four days, screw up the carb
deficit that I work hard every single day to create, feel cranky, avoid plans
with friends or your boyfriend, dread the weekend, add stress to your already
stressful life, etc. Remember, you never get bored of accidentally discovering
how slim you are, whether it's in the fitting room, when lining up progress
pictures, in the locker room at the gym, when you catch a glimpse of yourself
in a window as you walk down the street, when someone calls you
"slim" or "toned" or "fit". THOSE THINGS never
get boring. Focus on how fun and exciting that part of the process is and
ignore the rest. For my sake.
You're hungry.
Go drink four glasses of water right now. Back? OK. Are you still hungry? If
so, email someone you can confide in. Or eat a protein bar, or go microwave
some broccoli. You know that will fill you up and do good things for your body
and your goals. You don't want the broccoli? Then you're not hungry.
You're saying "Screw it."
If you want to quit this journey, decide to quit and then you can eat pizza
and drink beer every night. You an go out with your friends and eat hors
d'oeuvres all night long. you won't feel good, but at least you will be
free.
So...is it the freedom that you really want? No. You're having a momentary
lapse. Well, think about me. The one who preps all her food for the week on
Sunday night, the one with abs, the one who's going to stand up on stage in
front of 10,000 people and turn her back and stick out her butt. I'm the one
who feels awesome in her clothes, the one who prances around the gym like she
owns the place, the one who drags herself out of bed to do early morning
cardio, the one who inspires her family, and friends. Think about what you're
doing to ME, Strong [enter your own name], when you let a momentary "oh
screw it" overtake and overcome all of the hard work I put in every single
day, every time I go to a bar and wave off the waiter when he asks what I want
to drink, every time I skillfully assemble a healthy, trap-free meal at a
restaurant while everyone else orders fries and a third (or fourth...) beer or
regular Coke.
And you know very well there's no such things as "Just One
Bite."
Every single time you tell yourself you can handle having one taste of
something, you're wrong. Is it because you're literally powerless in the face
of sugar, is your insulin really swinging that hard that you can not resist?
You know that you have a ton of self control. EVEN YOU (I obviously do). This
isn't about saying no; by the time you've had the first bite of sugar, you've
given UP on saying no. You're saying "yes," and you will continue to
do so until it's time to go home or there is no more freakin' candy left in the
bowl (did you REALLY want a Mounds yesterday? They're VILE!) So don't ever let
yourself cross over into saying "yes" to junk. Say "NO" for
HEAVEN SAKE!!
A message from me to you.
I love you (even though you are the weak version of me) because we are the
same person. You have a ton to be proud of and you should love the process and
love how far you have come. You can go even farther, and you will be around
less and less as time passes, you won't have to read this letter as often. You
are strong inside, this is only temporary, and it will pass. Now go get a cup
of water and get back to kicking ass.
Love,
Strong [enter your name]
P.S. I'll be back tomorrow morning when you wake up.
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