Day 8

Woke up feeling better than I have in a long time. Maybe there's something to this exercise, eat right, take care of yourself thing. It was like the universe was laughing at me today. Everyone seemed to be eating some sort of burger (my fave) and I had my giant salad. That universe has some sense of humor. I did not stray although Toni almost lost a hand. My problem really isn't the week. It's pretty easy to stick to a schedule and regimen during the week. It's the weekends that cause me to fail like Vista. Hanging out with friends, cocktails (hmm I'm sensing a theme here), group eating. It's like work ends on Friday and the second I open my car door and get inside I have entered the 3rd portal to food hell. Somehow every weekend I end up in food purgatory. I sinned, but not that bad. How many Hail Mary's to get me out of this one? But, I had this thought today. We set routines mostly because we should. We brush our teeth every day. Why? Because we have to. We go to work everyday. Why? Because we have to. So why is it so difficult to set food routines? We know we shouldn't have that double burger. That last donut. That extra helping of fries. We skip breakfast and eat dinner at 10pm. We know all of these are unhealthy habits but it doesn't seem to stop us from doing it. We can justify it. I'll work it off later. I've worked really hard this week. I don't have time. Who wakes up, thinks hey I'm not gonna brush my teeth today. I'll just pop some gum later this afternoon. It's just one morning. I'll brush them tonight. Doesn't happen right? So why do we justify the mistreatment of our bodies? It's time to stop making excuses for donuts and fries. It's time to look at a venti carmel Frappucino for what it really is. Ding Dongs you're going down. Mr. Dorito your days are over. The first step is admitting you have a problem. Hi, my name is Lesli and I'm a bad choiceaholic.