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| Me after mowing some pesky grass |
My name is Carter and I am a Cheater.
A dirty Cheater.
I cheated today, and I am not proud of it.
I cheated today with an flavored Iced coffee from McDonald's. It was extremely hot outside, and wanted to cool down in a hurry. I also needed my coffee for the morning, because, well, what is the morning without coffee. That is akin to having a day without Oxygen. It doesn't work,and I am a horrible person without my morning cup-o-Joe.
So, I cheated. I drank that cool, delicious beverage right down my dry mouth. It tasted like the answer to the eternal question of a hot day. I began to feel normal again.
With my caffeine/blood balance now in check, I input my sugary snack into MyFitnessPal (My favorite calorie counter) and come to find out I just added 290 calories to my day.
WHAT. IN. THE. HELL. DID. I. DO?
Normally, one of my meals comes in at around 290-300 calories. Meals that will give me the nutrients I need to be strong and fierce while I take on the world. However, this calorie expenditure was unacceptable on a non-cheat day. It was the middle of the week for gods sake! What was I thinking? Oh, the sins I had just delivered on my body. I was now a fat ass again.
Then it hit me. I have become that guy...
We all know that guy. The guy (or girl) that obsesses over everything they are putting in their body. The person who instantly becomes hateful of themselves as some sort of religious masochist with a cat-of-nine-tails and a hatred for being born human. Those people that will always think of themselves as ugly for the slightest mishap in their diet or exercise routine. That guy!
I never liked that guy, but now I had become that guy. Obsessive over my diet and exercise, like I was somehow less whole if I deviated from my plan. I felt worthless.
I slipped a little. Just a little. However, it was little enough to make me feel bad about myself. I seriously had to question this. When did I change into this guy? Why was I obsessing so much? Was it too much? What if it was not enough and I was being paranoid?
An hour later, something else hit me.
A reminder...
I AM NOT PERFECT!
I will have a slip now and then. And slipping on a few non-cheat days every great once in a while is ok. Being imperfect is ok.
As long as it isnt a habbit, then it's all ok. I will be ok.
-Carter
Then it hit me. I have become that guy...
We all know that guy. The guy (or girl) that obsesses over everything they are putting in their body. The person who instantly becomes hateful of themselves as some sort of religious masochist with a cat-of-nine-tails and a hatred for being born human. Those people that will always think of themselves as ugly for the slightest mishap in their diet or exercise routine. That guy!
I never liked that guy, but now I had become that guy. Obsessive over my diet and exercise, like I was somehow less whole if I deviated from my plan. I felt worthless.
I slipped a little. Just a little. However, it was little enough to make me feel bad about myself. I seriously had to question this. When did I change into this guy? Why was I obsessing so much? Was it too much? What if it was not enough and I was being paranoid?
An hour later, something else hit me.
A reminder...
I AM NOT PERFECT!
I will have a slip now and then. And slipping on a few non-cheat days every great once in a while is ok. Being imperfect is ok.
As long as it isnt a habbit, then it's all ok. I will be ok.
-Carter
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