I could eat it, but I wont.

Yeah, it’s been a while.

Today I felt disgusted at my own reflection at the gym, not that I hate who I am but who I have let myself become. I should start by saying that I’m the heaviest I been in all my life. I was lucky to have a normal weight all through high school and college, not skinny but just normal and healthy. I have to add that I never took care of my self or watched what I ate because I believed that gaining weight would never happen to me and then years later I feel uncomfortable when my body rolls, thick arms, and eyes are exposed even more when I see girls that are killing themselves doing lunges and throwing dumbells, complicated lifts and cardio like their ass was on fire.

I guess in a way my body is showing me what happens when I don’t take care of it.

I know what I’m capable of and that if I had wanted to I’d be what I wanted to be, fit. I don’t care about being like a model but a toned and healthy person. I remember I used to come up with the most ridiculous things whenever someone suggested a diet or dieting together. Is incredible the amount of shit the mind is capable to come up within a matter of seconds.

The other day I had a whole conversation with myself while standing in line to buy a salad right next door to a Burger King, which isn’t even that great. I kept saying in my head that if the line advanced I would treat myself French fries. That’s my weakness or one of the many, like baked sweets, chocolate or anything that I find yummy. even now I am debating whether I should or not eat this chocolate coin someone gave me at work that I had forgotten about inside my purse and found today.

If I keep it on my nightstand it will be something like a test; I could eat it but if I do the whole purpose of me losing weight depends on my will to be strong and overpower the need of chocolate, that I don’t really want but I need to have.

My mouth waters just thinking about it but also the reasonable part of my brain screams about the moment after is all gone, there will be regret and also the chocolate won’t be as I great as I think it is and then is me feeling sad and fat and depress because of my lack of self-control.

I mean I could eat it, at any moment of the day but then my journey would be over before it even started, I’m not even giving me a chance to prove that I can, sabotaging the dream, the wish, the vision I have in my head. So yeah, this piece of sugar and cocoa will hunt me every day until I’m unable to withstand it but as long as I’m able to stop myself is a battle won, a point in my favor. My own little personal challenge.

#nochocolatechallenge

 

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