There is a fine line between success and failure. I’ve had many days where I was “good” all day and then inexplicably binged at night, throwing away all of my hard work. Understanding why I let that happen is going to be key to my not letting it happen in the future.
So I am going to try to write about my failures.
When I started this blog I had a few ideas for what I was going to write about and I knew that one of the things I wanted to stay very clear of is a “woe is me” tone. I refuse to let myself get to that point and if I ever come across that way please slap me silly. So I am writing about my mistakes, my bads, my slips, because I want to learn from them, not because I want anyone to feel sorry for me. Writing about my mistakes locks them into my brain as well as immortalizing them for eternity, or at least a long time.
I hope that some of you may recognize yourself in my stories and take action with me to combat these issues that prevent us all from being the person we want to be. Here is something that happened to me this week. I wish I could explain it.
I had a great day. Worked out in the morning, had a light breakfast and drank a lot of water throughout the day. A modest lunch. I had dinner with my family at Applebees and rather than go for one of the salads I stuck to a cup of soup and an entree from their Weight Watchers menu. Tasted good (well as good as an Applebees can taste). I wasn’t hungry all day and other than a few pieces of gum to chew on between meals nothing went into my maw but good food.
After dinner we went to see The Gameplan (good family movie despite what the reviewers say!) and while the kids got candy and a small popcorn to split with my wife I stuck to a bottle of water. I know the evils of movie theatre popcorn. As we were sitting in the theatre prior to the previews starting I felt really good about my decisions in the theatre and the day as a whole. Nothing feels better to know that you have withstood challenges like eating in a restaurant and sitting in a movie theatre.
Then my daughter spilled the small popcorn. I offered to go get a refill, because that is what dads do. What this dad also did was notice there were a few kernels left and eat them. And then proceed to replace the small popcorn not with a refill but with a medium popcorn. Buttered. And before I knew it I was sitting back down eating something that tastes like crap and I know is no good for me. Yeah, that’s right - it wasn’t my daughter’s popcorn anymore, it wsa mine. Although I did let her have a few bites.
I don’t understand it, but I don’t let it get me down. I had a good day and I recognize my failing, which is half the battle. I need to do better next time if I am going to end up on the right side of success or failure.
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