Food

There's a plate of brownies in my kitchen.

Mattio made them for the Super Bowl, and they are AWESOME (although, show me a brownie that's not awesome). They were so awesome, I had 2 last night. Along with chips, dip, and all kinds of other crap.

This is the part of my blog where I'm going to evaluate what I'm putting into my body, because--I'm not going to lie--it's not good. I know how to eat healthy; I've been to classes, seminars, nutritionists, Weight Watchers. I know that instead of Diet Coke, I should be drinking water. I know that instead of chips and crackers and cookies for a snack, I should be eating fruits and vegetables. I know all of this, and a lot of times, I choose to ignore it.

Instead, today, I'm choosing to ignore the brownies in my kitchen. I'm not going to eat them, because they're my gateway drug. They're the reason why, if I eat just 1, I'm going to stop at the store at some point today to pick up a Diet Coke. If I eat just 1, I'll open my cabinet later and rummage around looking for something sweet and cookie-like. And if I don't have anything sweet and cookie-like, maybe I'll pick something up when I get my Diet Coke. Do you see how quickly and easily I fall?

I'm ignoring the brownies, and I'm going to eat fruit if I'm looking for something sweet. I'm ignoring the brownies and I will NOT go out and get a Diet Coke. I'm ignoring the brownies, and going for a bike ride later. And if I keep ignoring those brownies, when I go for my bike rides, maybe eventually I'll go just a little bit faster.

There's a plate of brownies in my kitchen, and I'm ignoring them.