There was a hurricane.
Or a super storm.
Or a siege on humanity…
Call it what you will, but something awful happened on the East Coast, especially out here on the South Shore of Long Island. We lost our power, our things, and our homes. We trudged around without showers, eating FEMA rations, and wandered the streets in search of news because we had no phones, Internet, or television service. Our cars drowned. Our lives stalled.
We gained seven pounds.
The Sandy Seven. I mean, seriously, did you ever gain weight that fast, ever? I think I might have done it in two weeks fat—I mean, flat.
Look, we all had our reasons…there wasn’t any place to cook a healthy meal. Cheese Doodles seemed like a perfectly good breakfast choice at the time. The gym was closed. The streets were littered with debris. The boardwalk was gone. We were stressed out and messed up. Things are still not really normal where I live.
But here’s the thing (you're not gonna like this). So what?
At the end of the day, we have the results we say we want, or we have all the reasons why we don’t. I too, am guilty of excuse abuse. I have decided it’s time for me to put away the Sad Stories and rid myself of the Sandistress.
If you have not been able to shed those extra pounds, consider that it may be the burden of your excuses that is weighing you down, getting in your way.
It’s that story about how:
· You had to move out, or up, or back and forth.
· You want to workout but the gym’s still closed.
· The traffic to another gym is too much…and the parking…Ach, the parking…
· There’s no good place to run or bike.
· You have to stay home during reconstruction and eat everything in sight.
· This is not how it’s supposed to be.
· Everything’s ruined.
No more. Those are the facts. They are true for you. But they don’t have anything inherently to do with your health and fitness. You, my darlings, made that story up. You have made your circumstances the reason you have lost your mind—Okay, that’s harsh, but you know what I mean. You have used this as an excuse to drop your commitments to being fit. I did it too. I mean, I dove straight into the pity party pool and treaded water in there till I nearly drowned. Then I got to see that the one thing I still have left after this hellish nightmare is ME.
And there was a bit more of me than I started with. Oy.
Come; let’s drag the Sad Stories to the curb. They are as unhealthy as the mold on our walls. Pull it all out and start fresh. You need not castigate yourself for the state you are in. It’s just where you are now. Where you go from here does not depend on your past or present circumstances; it depends on the choice you are willing to make right here and now. Let's clean up.
If you need help dragging your story to the curb, I’m here--