In the Habit of Rockin

06/10/2011

Days until Con : 82

Okay, I failed the self imposed restaurant challenge, but I swear I have good reasons. Habit. You see I was minding my own business, having coffee and conversation at the Awful Waffle with Adam Jones and knowing this was my only chance to get dinner I ordered two grilled chickens and four eggs. Marking the first time all week I ordered anything at a restaurant. I didn't even realize what I'd done until I was well on my way home.

The good news? This was a casual ordering for me and I ordered damn well. Nothing but protein and I denied the hash browns and toast, which is wonderful news. Out of habit I ordered just about the healthiest thing you can get at the WaHo and that created a wonderful moment in my weight-loss journey. I ordered out of instinct, I felt no hesitation or jittery decision making. Usually I'll order casually the worst things on the menu, without even thinking twice until after I'm done eating and feel terrible.

The flip side is when I go into a restaurant and have cravings for something completely unhealthy, then I'll attempt negotiating with myself on food choices. This typically works with success rate of a beat cop with a bullhorn talking down a junkie threatening to jump off top of a building.

Because we do that don't we? When we're not fully motivated or formed that habit we try to bargin with ourselves. That early in the game we deal ourselves into a paradox. Today I'll eat poorly but tomorrow I'll starve myself and workout. The next day you'll give in and promise yourself a new start the next day. After a few days in a row you'll promise yourself that starting Monday you'll change your life. Monday you break, and now you're disheartened and perhaps next week is best...

For months upon months those wheels spin. But the car is stuck in neutral. Your passenger gets angry and turns up the radio leaving only the unsettling melodies of top 100 teen pop. As those uninspired yet catchy beats jab at your cerebrum you'll begin to question the accuracy of time and space, for there's no other explanation as to why you're right here right now. 

Okay I think the analogy broke down. Like a cheap Camero driven through Meridian Mississippi - OKAY I'm done, I promise. No more analogies. Bad Stiver.