Being impulsive is both a curse and a blessing. On one hand you get to jump into something fearlessly. On the other hand you get to jump into something naively.
Three days in and I’m starting to realize how much I relied on certain carbs to make it through the day. Today’s chaotic schedule tested my comfort zone. It’s so much easier to do so many wrong things. I don’t think will power is always at play but rather comfortable habit dependency.
Staying busy has never been my problem. I’m obsessive with some invisible goal. I’m sure I’ll see it once I see it. So taking my mind off of the fact that I can’t grab a sandwich when I’m running around the city shouldn’t be a problem, in theory.
Keyword: IN THEORY.
In reality, the easy route is often riddled with spikes and landmines disguised as pizza and rice. Planning in advance was never my strong suit so Day 3 taught me that the most important change I need to make has to be done asap if I’m going to make it for the long haul – and that’s to prepare for temptations.
And maybe I should tell others of my 28 day self-rehab so that I don’t walk home to a hot pot of yummy mac and cheese. If I weren’t distracted by my painful bout of allergies, I’d be pissed.
And if there’s anything these past 36 years has taught me is that the self-directed anger has GOT. TO. GO.