‘Don’t you find it hard?’ I get asked. ‘Don’t you find it hard that Mr WLB eats shite around you? Why don’t you ask him to keep that sort of food out of the house?’
By ‘that sort of food’ people mean pizza, apple pies, and chocolate – and they mean the family-sized delights he polishes off. Today for example, when he returned from an 80 mile bike ride, he ate a whole apple pie and a giant bar of Dairy Milk. And a pizza. And he had a giant hot chocolate covered in marshmallows. With three Cadbury’s Brunch Bars, four Kelloggs Rice Crispy Bars, and a big bowl of porridge with blueberries…his concession to healthy eating.
When he returned from his wild camping trip in Scotland – his first night back – he ordered two Domino’s pizzas and a box of mozzarella sticks – large pizzas…and ate the leftovers for breakfast the following morning.
The past few days have seen me clearing away pizza boxes, apple pie containers, and empty chocolate wrappers.
‘Don’t you find it hard?’
I would be lying if I said ‘No – definitely not!’
I reckon you should just concentrate on your own shit.
Today I went out for lunch with a friend – and my niece and nephew joined me with my Mum and my Brother in Law. It was a lovely afternoon. We went to a country pub and the menu was huge…so much to choose from. I sat with people eating breaded mushrooms – I love these – and a massive burger with chips and coleslaw – I love that! – and then there was a peanut butter cheesecake…a sticky toffee pudding…and a doughnut sundae…enough to test the most hardcore of healthy eaters! A peanut fucking butter cheesecake…which devil created that?! 🙂
I opted for an halloumi salad and a piece of fish with salad and new potatoes – and no dessert.
It wasn’t a hard choice for me.
This isn’t one of those ‘look how fucking fantastic I am’ posts. Far from it in fact.
This is one of those ‘concentrate on your own shit’ posts! 🙂
Mr WLB eating shit around me does not bother me…really!
He can do whatever the fuck he wants to do with his health. He smokes, he eats shit, he cycles a shed load of miles every week, and he probably looks like pate inside, but looks pretty bloody good on the outside. I don’t care.
He should care. I don’t.
It is up to him what he eats and how he treats his body.
The more you try and stop people doing what they do, the more they rebel.
You know this. How many times have you been encouraged to make changes to your lifestyle? Has your doctor ever told you to lose weight, or your friends or family? What did you do after they told you that…if you’re anything like me, you went to a fucking DriveThru and ordered two meals – pretending that the second one was for someone else – and you sat in the car and ate the lot. And then you probably went to the supermarket and bought a giant bar of chocolate and a tub of Ben and Jerry’s.
We don’t like being told what to do.
So why on earth should I concern myself with what Mr WLB eats?
I can’t control it.
The only thing that I can control is what I choose to put in my mouth. Now I have had some rather suspect things in there in the past – get your mind out of the gutter thank you…although…! 😉 I have eaten all sorts of shite over the years – and I can’t say that I won’t in future…but I am making choices at the moment that are helping me to get where I want to get.
Focus on your own shit.
I have heard people talk about how hard it is to focus and make good choices when they have a treat cupboard for the kids.
So they might remove those treats – or give their kids money to buy treats at school. Let’s not get into the fact that ‘treats’ might not actually be ‘treats’!
Yet what happens when you go to work, and your colleagues are tucking into cakes or the sausage rolls that get delivered to the office…yes, this happens at my place of work and it’s a bitch!
Do you make your colleagues eat their sausage rolls and cakes elsewhere? Do you join in? Do you have a fucking suffering face on you and sit there moping?
What happens when you go out to eat with your friends and family? Do you make them order healthy options so that you aren’t tempted? Do you join in and genuinely enjoy it? Or do you blow it because you just cannot handle people eating crap around you without joining in?
Focus on your own shit.
I am actually grateful that Mr WLB eats shit around me.
He is doing more to help me build my resilience than anything I could do!
I sit and I watch him eat his food…and I eat my food. I find it easy to avoid temptation as temptation is sat opposite me on the sofa! I have had a box of chocolate truffles in my kitchen cupboard for over three weeks now. There are Cadbury’s Brunch Bars in the kitchen cupboard. There is even a jar of peanut butter in there…lovely sexy peanut butter.
And I don’t feel the need to go and eat that shit.
Mr WLB is helping me.
He doesn’t realise it. And I am not sure that I will tell him that…as I don’t want to give him the green light to bring even more shit into the house. But he really is helping.
I can eat out and make the choices that I want to make as I have to make sensible choices at home.
I can sit in an office at work with open packets of chocolates and biscuits on the desk in front of me and make the choices that I want to make as I have to make sensible choices at home.
Personally, I don’t want to blame anyone else for my choices.
The most powerful thing you own is choice.
Some days I choose to eat like a saint. Other days I choose to go out and have a meal and cocktails.
Nobody else chooses for me.
I choose to focus on my own shit. I choose to eat the food that will help me get where I want to be. Some days I am better than others…but I don’t choose to blame anyone else for my actions.
So I don’t find it hard. I actually choose to be grateful for the tests that are put in front of me as I am learning to ignore the temptations and triggers.
There is so much talk about obesogenic environments – the fast food outlets, the lack of open space, the ready availableness of junk food – the fact that we are designed to eat, the fact that we are designed to store food for famine times…and all of this is true.
It is fucking hard to stay on track.
So I practice.
I use Mr WLB and his love of junk food as a practice run for walking around the supermarket – past the doughnuts and muffins and cookies piled by the entrance when you walk in.
I use Mr WLB and his love of junk food as a practice run for office birthday cakes.
I use Mr WLB and his love of junk food as a practice run for eating out and not being tempted by what everyone else is eating.
I focus on my own shit.
And I repeat myself! 😉
On that note, I am going to fuck off for the evening as I have three chocolate truffles to enjoy! And there will actually be another seven or eight left in the box…I am choosing to leave them there for another day.
My point is that there will always be temptation – and if you try and remove every temptation you are going to end up coming unstuck at some point. I don’t for one second suggest that you give people the green light to eat shit around you…but I am suggesting that you try and focus on you and the things that are within your control – YOU control what you are eating…don’t give that power away to anyone else.
I have had a lovely day – and a not so bad evening…watching the Tour de France highlights with the lovely lycra-clad riders…that’s temptation right there – sod the pizza, give me Kittel in a box and I’d devour him! 😉
And the football is on now…and that’s not a bad view either I guess…Mr WLB will keep putting temptation in my path – hahaha! 🙂
My food for the day was rather tasty – although I did cock up this morning and forget to eat breakfast early enough for my training session…so I grabbed a rather quick breakfast and then felt shit and shaky when I was training – so that’s another lesson learnt!
Breakfast – Pastrami.
Lunch – Halloumi salad and hake with king prawns, salad, and new potatoes.
Dinner – Green shit scramble…with eggs, asparagus tips, tenderstem broccoli, spinach, mushrooms, and mozzarella.
Snack – Three Booja Booja truffles…the first of which I have just eaten and it tasted amazing…a lovely espresso one! 🙂
Thank you for reading,