She stomps her feet and shakes her head.
This child won’t take no for an answer, even when “no” is what’s best for her.
She wants her own way. She’s heard the reasons, the explanations, the lessons – heard them all a thousand times. She’s stubborn and defiant. She knows what’s good for her but she just won’t take it.
But she’s not a child. She’s a grown woman.
I know what to eat and what not to eat. But like a petulant toddler I demand to do it my own way, to eat what I want and ignore everything I’ve learned. And when I do, I find myself feeling guilty, frustrated and defeated. And gross.
But it’s on ME.
You know what? I’m sick of being a victim, and I suddenly find it utterly ridiculous that I would be a victim of MYSELF. I should by on my own side, right? Not sabotaging everything I keep saying I want for myself.
Every choice matters, and I am tired of believing the lie that the bad ones will be hidden by the good ones. I’m tired of putting off a big change to the start of a month or week or some big milestone.
Change starts now. It continues with every choice. I choose strength. I choose self-control. I choose discipline. I choose health.
I choose ME.