We all have that one friend with a great body, envious self-motivation and self control. You know the one...they’re terribly frustrating to have around when you can’t keep a lid on your eating habits, but deep down you know that you’re also really lucky to be surrounded by such GOALS.
Well, my first day of ‘socially pressuring myself into a healthier lifestyle' started off hot and sweaty (literally). Like clockwork, that annoyingly motivating friend of mine (ILOVEYOU) arrived at my house at 6:10am with an excited smile and a high pitched “morning!” ready for a run! On early mornings my response is usually a groan. On a good day, I could run 6+ miles with her, but after the unhealthy few weeks that lead me to this blogging idea – I was struggling to make 3! Firstly, I ran out of data on my phone as the run began, so there was no DJ PRIVATE RYAN blasting in my ears to drown out the complaining voices in my head. Let's be clear though. I'm not crazy. It's one singular voice - mine. But I speak to myself. Wait... that still makes me a little crazy doesn't it? Whatever... They went something like this: ME: “Humans aren’t even supposed to run on concrete. Technically i'm going against the laws of nature. I shouldn’t be running on this strenuous surface, right? I’m just going to damage me knee further. My shoes aren't even really cut out for running. I'm going to ruin my knee in my youth if I continue. Fifty year old me is going to be really upset about this." ME TO ME: "Carly just shut up and run." ME REPLYING TO ME: "But I have a valid point!" ME STILL COMPLAINING: "Ughhh - why won’t my legs work though?" ME TO ME STILL COMPLAINING: "Probably because you’re damaging them running on the concrete; maybe you should stop." ME WHO'S TRYING TO BE GOOD: Stop thinking, stop thinking, stop thinking… .. and so it continued until... “Okay one lap down, another lap around the Savannah to go!” my friend spoke encouragingly. But it was too late... between t̶h̶e̶ ̶v̶o̶i̶c̶e̶s̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶m̶y̶ ̶h̶e̶a̶d̶my internal dialogue, and the logs for legs that I was facing - it was over. “NAH! I’M OUT. You go ahead, I’ll walk home”…. Annnnnd this I did (I don’t live too far). Not too shabby though? 6K steps before 7am; GOOD START! My day then continued with eggs for breakfast, a cup of tea...a̶ ̶s̶a̶l̶a̶d̶curry for lunch. (I ran this morning; a little curry isn’t that big of a deal okay?!….curried shrimp, rice, potato and pumpkin?) “Pumpkin is good for you,” I tried to justify … THEEEN it really started.. “Okay I’ll have a yogurt to satisfy my sweet craving.” “Granny what’s that? Oh chocolate? Can I have a tinyyyy taste?” “Oh that’s a different kind of chocolate? Come on, just a nibble” “Gosh I’m starving what’s there to eat? - Fridge is empty - HAM BREAD?? What’s that? Let me try a piece…” “Crap. Bad Carly! Okay make up for it with a healthy dinner!” >>>>>>>>>> Night fell and I returned home, opening my front door to the sound of laughter. I followed the sound to the kitchen, where my brother, cousin and his girlfriend were making delicious burgers, drowned in cheese. Did I mention how I feel about cheese?? ME TO ME: "No no… I have this under control!" Fate was on my side. With one burger short, my cousion got a steak out of the freezer for me. I found lettuce and tomatos in the fridge (I swear it wasn't there when I had to eat the 'ham bread') and chopped up just a little bit of cheese into it because, well, you can’t just stop cold turkey can you? As my steak was being prepared on the stove, my granny ran outside in a hurry. “Are the burgers ready? I have exactly 10 minutes until my show comes on! Quick! Feed me!” she announced as she dropped into the seat in front of me, pulling a plate towards her. Then… like the shining gates of heaven, the oven light hit my eyes as my cousin pulled out sizzling fries that he dished onto her plate. (Wow..typing this i'm hearing how crazy I sound.) Before I knew it, my hand was in her plate and the fries were in my mouth. Just one… or two… I tried to look away, but it wasn't long before my cousin handed me my steak with my own mountain of fries on the plate. ME: "Give the wedges back." ME TO ME: "Don't be rude. That's so inconvinent. Just eat them....plus they're delicious" *sigh* I in fact did not have it under control.... Steak salad and wedges for dinner it was....and in that moment, I completely forgot about you… I'm sorry, i'm sorry....the intended social pressure was buried under the fries. So to sum it up, day one was a fail. I'm sorry :( ... But today's another day ... so let's try this again.
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Anna
11/1/2017 11:59:08 am
Hahahah this is 110% me! Including the dialogue haha
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