I’m quickly realizing that if I can make it through a visit home with the family, I can make it through anything.
This morning we went to McDonald’s for breakfast to get a little QT with the nephew. I am not gonna lie, I had a physical reaction when Nick unwrapped his oh-so-delicious-and-terrible Sausage Biscuit with Egg. Holy crap. BUT, since I had prepared a bit yesterday and the day before stockpiling some good foods, I brought my own little bag of goodies (grapes and walnuts again) into the restaurant and did my healthy-choice accountability thing. Other than the salivation moment wanting Nick’s sandwich, it was pretty easy.
1. Grapes, walnuts, iced coffee with one creamer, three splenda. This is most definitely a just-gotta-put-your-mind-to-it thing. If I’d just been rolling along all normal with my normal decision-making, no way I would have brought healthy food, and not eaten with everyone else in the chosen place. Had I not had my own food, I still would have aimed to choose something healthy off the menu, but again, without the accountability, I would have had a Sausage Biscuit in my gullet faster than you could say Mickey Dee’s.
2. ROAD TRIP: Quinoa salad, tuna salad, Greek yogurt: Totally took the leftovers on the road instead of caving to the Slim Jim. And it was even good!
3. Grande iced green tea, unsweetended. My main Starbucks drink of choice.
4. One shot of Hot Damn cinnamon schnapps with Nick’s family in honor of his grandfather. Absolute must.
5. Grilled mahi with steamed vegetables. After not eating for 7 hours, do you know how hard it is to resist a Bloomin’ Onion? I do.
And actually, check this out. First deep-and-meaningful insight I’ve gotten on this accountability road, and only 3 days in… the thought that I see derail me in the face of stuff like fried onion and delicious bread-and-butter baskets is this: “F*ck it, I want to live my life.” As if eating crappy food is “living my life,” doing what I want. Since my whole life purpose is to seek freedom, doing what I want, when I want, with who I want, both in my work and personal lives, it tooooooootally stands to reason that if eating crap were part of my life purpose, I’d always eventually eat crap! I think this insight is a BIG deal for me and I’m going to keep my eye on it. Keep you posted too.
Hope your day was awesome. 3 down, 27 to go.
PS. And because this is also hilarious, check out my front-row seat to the gun show:
