Sunday Sunday….
Sunday Sunday, so good to me,
Sunday Sunday, it was all I hoped it would be
Oh Sunday morning, Sunday morning couldn’t guarantee
That Sunday evening my legs would still be here with me.
HAPPY SUNDAY BOY AND GIRL!! How are you both doing this fine cloudy grey morning? I had a little crash and burn yesterday. I’ve been trying to watch the calories and behave and I’m not doing so well with that. Behaving, in my opinion, is usually rather overrated. Of course I do not mean you/we/I should not behave within the confines of law. I’m looking at the self-imposed rules of behavior that we seem unable to quit placing upon ourselves, then self flagellating when we inevitably fail after being harder on ourselves than we are on anyone else.
What kind of rules you do find yourself imposing on yourself – and immediately resisting?
Today I will floss morning and evening for 60 seconds. I will only drink 12 cups of coffee. I will not shout cuss words at the Letters to the Editor. No. I have to modify that one. I will not shout cuss words at the letters if hubs is still in the house. No. Here: I will not read the Letters to the Editor if hubs is still in the house. I will not go to the secret hiding place of the Lindor Truffles. Ok, I will go to the secret hiding place of the Lindor truffles but I. Will. Not. Pick them up. Ok, I will only pick up three.
So. I quit. I ate everything I wanted. We went to a Mardis Gras party and I carted around about three plates of food. I did not snort. I did kind of gnaw on a rib bone just to be sure I’d gotten all the bbq goodness. But I gnawed very lady-like. I’m going to do the same thing today.
I have this idea that all the people around me are mature adults, and I’m living with the brain of a two-year old. I seem unable to dispel that notion, partly because I try to act like a grown up but find myself responding to a stupid email with the term “Poopyhead” and “Dipshidiot” which I think is very funny and I like to say it out loud because I like how it sounds and rolls off my tongue.
So. Today I’m not going to bother thinking I’m a grownup. I’m going to eat whatever I want, and I’m going to drink however much coffee I want. I’m going to run the Winter Off Road Series 10K this afternoon – slow and in the back – and I’m not going to worry about am I doing too much too soon or will my butt fall off or will my legs crumple. Because probably none of that will happen anyway. Like Erma Bombeck once said, of course worrying works. 99% of everything I’ve worried about never happened.
One thing I will not do:
But that’s only because I don’t feel like it. Too much mess. And I’d have to go to the grocery store.
Plus I still know where the truffles are hidden.
What are you going to allow yourself the freedom to do today?
