What does that mean? Just exactly what it says. I went for a run this morning and got mad at the trash on the road. Not because my fellow humans are slobs, but because everything I saw reminded me of the bad choices I've made that got me here.
There was a Keystone beer can that made me mad because I thought of all the times I've drank even just one beer and then felt so relaxed I ate an entire plate of nachos or something similar. There was the Styrofoam cup that reminded me of all the Mr. Pibb I drank out of that old fashioned machine at work that gave you ice in a cup with your pop to which I contribute that first 15 pounds I gained after being married. There was the Arby's bag that made me think of all the times I've gone out to eat and consumed a day and a half's worth of calories at lunch and then did it all over again at supper time.
This is the truth of it: what you put in your mouth matters. A lot. If I had controlled my intake, I would be 100% further on my journey. Now I'm just plodding along, barely started with my running instead of running 3 miles a day and doing pull-ups in the garage.
On that note, I drank my last sugary soda today. A homemade chocolate cherry cola. I'm limiting my processed foods and no baked goods unless I make them myself. If I don't control what I put in my body, I'll be stuck here forever.
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