August 8, 2004 at 11:17 am
I see weight loss as war, a constant battle between my current self and my future self.
The current me is gung-ho, determined to shed these pounds, to release that beautiful thin girl inside. Today’s me is going to walk her three quarters of a mile and skip the candy bar snack today.
Future me, she’s another girl. She’ll be sitting at her computer sometime next month, next week, maybe even this evening, and she’ll be craving a bag of Reese’s pieces. Future me will think about how easy it would be to just drive over to Meijer and buy some cookies or ice cream, just this once. Or she’ll decided she’s not going to walk today because she just doesn’t feel like it.
How do I control that bitch?
Weight loss is a constant battle between these two halves of myself. There’s part of me that wants the instant gratification of candy and rest, but there’s another part of me that sees the greater satisfaction I can achieve by delaying my immediate desires.
I suppose this is what discipline is, learning how to wrestle these two halves of myself so the long-term goal girl comes out on top. Hmmm, that imagery came out kind of erotic.