I have hard boundaries for when I eat.
Three minutes past the hard boundary I have an ice cream offer.
I say no.
I want ice cream.
I feel strong.
I have hard boundaries for when I eat.
Three minutes past the hard boundary I have an ice cream offer.
I say no.
I want ice cream.
I feel strong.
Challenge accepted.
The kids like tortilla chips so there’s pretty much always a bag in the house. I can take them or leave them, but sometimes I’m bored and slightly hungry and so I eat them.
Except not recently.
I had yet another experience of looking at the tortilla chips, having the quick debate in my head with myself, and not eating tortilla chips.
I will probably write about this 500 times until I get bored with the same thing happening, but this is good muscle memory for me. Hard boundaries are set, remembered, and respected. If I can do this in the small things, I can do it in the big things.
More importantly, they are all big things. Or small. A push-up or a tortilla chip? They are the same because the internal hard boundary set and respected is the thing that matters.
Listen to this one again, from The Warrior Poet.
He takes the concept of skinny-fat physical fitness and moves it to life. Is your life a skinny-fat life?
Hard life choices are required. Or, rather, choices that have hard results. The choice itself is not hard. Relishing the pain takes some work.
Llorca, The Novel Sound. Pain is part of the process of revelation.