Listen! Here is the deal as I have understood it from about the age of 5. I’m 51 now and I really resent getting told “Nope, your rules are all wrong”. (That was my inner voice saying that, in case you wondered. You can tell ‘cause It always says “Nope”, “HuH” and “Eh”. Anyway, my understanding was that I had to follow the rules and do what I was told (unless I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to get caught breaking them)until I was 18 and then I was an adult and I gained sweet freedom. No bedtime. No carrots. No underwear or shoes and all the bad words you wanted stuffed in one sentence. I confess I have reveled in it! I hear my married friends talking about all they have to do in an evening and I think and often say “You know what I’m doing tonight? Whatever I want!!”
Sounds pretty great Huh! It is, but, trying to steer this luxury cruise ship of fun down the Panama Canal of things that responsible people should do on a regular basis. Yikes!! I am pro at spinning this ship in donuts while tossing my garbage over the side. The responsible stuff is scary and it never seems to pay out dividends fast enough. I have thrown up a few stop gap measures like hiring somebody to clean up my mess or forgoing treats that have too much post fun cleanup. Ultimately long term success involves changing my thinking and changing the rules.
Blah! I have had many “this is the last time, final, ignore the responsibilities blowout blasts” followed by hours to a few months of changed behavior and I’m kind of fed up!
So one small change. What should it be? Start riding my bike to work? Chuck every piece of clothing that doesn’t fit me and figure out what actually is in my closet? Go back on having my food delivered by a nutritionist? Start experimenting with those easy 10 minute meal recipes I have collected for years and never used? No sugar! I know as far as you knew I had that beat. Lasted a little more than 3 months. I felt great and now that I have fallen off the wagon the cravings are back and bad!
OK I can ride my bike on the weekend to the gym and see how that goes and I can try that frozen yogurt place that serves kefir and see if that with some fruit feels like I had chocolate and I can fill one garbage bag with clothes for charity. Anything more than that and I lose my spoiled princess credentials!