Discipline

Staying healthy is probably the hardest thing I’ve ever fought with. Earlier this year I was on a super health kick, I was at 190lbs and really getting strong. Then something happened. I don’t know what it was because it happened so slowly, but over the course of about 6 months I inched up to 200lbs and my workouts decreased to about two a week.

Sad.

It’s just so freaking hard to keep fit. But It’s hard not because of society, or genetics or any of that. It’s because of simple lack of discipline. I know what I need to do to stay fit, but I make tiny exceptions here and there, and then over time those exceptions congeal to become large problems, like 10lbs of weight I don’t want.

Take today; I went to the cafeteria and even though I work at a hospital the options were fried fish and chips, pizza, calzones, BBQ’d something or other, and a weight watchers chicken wrap. Now, I could have eaten the chicken wrap, but instead I told myself that one calzone is not going to hurt. Damn it.

That may seem like a petty example, but I sit here wondering, if I can’t even control something simple, like what I stuff in my face, how many other areas in my life am I making exceptions in? My¬†spirituality? My work life? My personal relationships? And how long do I have before they pile up and become trouble?