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Pet Excuses: The daily battle to win back my life.


In my journey to becoming more healthy and losing weight, I have come face to face with some major obstacles.

 Coddled and protected pet excuses are the biggest.  I have reinforced, nurtured and trained these little excuses well.  

 The minute I am uncomfortable and need a way out...here they come, ready to do my bidding.

My favorite pets include:
"I don't have time."
"I've worked hard, I deserve a reward."
"No body else cares, might as well take care of myself." (By killing myself with chocolate bars?)
"Eating healthy is expensive and I can't spend that time of money."
"Blood sugar is low."
"I really don't eat that much."

 These are the pets who I created to cover up my fears and insecurities.  Excuses.

 The truth is, I don't know how much I ate and how much addiction to sugar and my messed up metabolism plays in to it.

 The truth is, I am terrified to live my own unyielding life.

 The truth is, I see and respond to everyone else's needs and my own needs are neglected and persecuted.

 The truth is, I need a coach and a pep club and relationship and acceptance.  I need space, margin and time to become more healthy. I need to add ME to my plate.

 I watched a woman drive through a drive through at a fast food restaurant window.  A large woman who looked harried was waiting in line and eating a candy bar.  Not really eating, inhaling one.  As if her whole life depended and focused on filling the hole in her heart.  What was she running from?  To?  
I wanted to go hug her.  To pull her out of the car and tell her she was more than what she could eat.

 You may judge as you see past the need to the behavior.  I see a strong, courageous and hurting soul who needs someone to love and encourage and believe in her.

 If you know someone or are someone who struggles with pet excuses and trapped within a prison of fat and failure...please don't lecture, shame, scold or give your opinion.

 Show her or him how much you love, accept and forgive them and how much you believe in them.  





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