Excuses, Excuses

Each Tuesday night for the past few weeks, I have been watching a show on TLC called my 600 Pound Life.  It goes through a year in the life of 600 pound people who have gastric bypass surgery because it is their last hope.  These people are very obese and have a very difficult time living.

Each week, I see them struggle.  I see them make excuses.  I see them eating things they shouldn't.  But the thing that scares me the most, is that I see myself in them.

I do not weigh 600 pounds, but I am obese.  I do have a lot of weight to lose.  What I do see is that I am making excuses like they are.  I can see them going to the drive through.  I hear them say it is hard to eat the good stuff because there are no healthy choices when traveling, working, etc.  I hear them say that they followed the plan and it is not working.

The plan is not the problem.  The plan will not work if you do not follow it and make excuses each time.

I have said that a million times.  I have said I am following the plan, working hard, and nothing is happening.  It is not working.

It is not the plan that is the problem.

It's me.

I am the one making excuses.  I am the one deciding what to eat.  No one else can.  I look at others and think, "Well, no wonder it worked for them...they don't have [ insert reason here]."  I can find a reason for anything....they don't have kids, their husband is home at night, they don't have to do this or that.

But really, what is the reason?  The true reason is that they did not make excuses for themselves.

They just did it.

I need to just do it already.  Food is not all it is cracked up to be.  The answer to happiness is not what I am eating.  My whole life, I made food into what it is.  I made it make me happy.  I made it be more that fuel to run my body.  I made it my friend, my reward for doing something, my excuse for anything.

It is time for me to wake up and stop making excuses.