Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Making my faults work for me

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Hey, it's about time my faults stopped freeloading and actually did some useful work:

  • Stubborn -- I'm using my stubborn streak to force myself to exercise. I don't care how slowly I jog, I don't care how silly I look, I'm going to get this done.
  • Get stuck in a rut -- I tend to get in a rut and stay there. I'm making the rut something that I should do, e.g. jog or cycle to work. (Note to self: need to get this to work with housecleaning too)
  • Negative thoughts -- rather than thinking negative thoughts about my shape, I want to think negative thoughts about pizza, fried chicken, wine, and chocolate cake. Well all right, maybe just the first three. Think about chickens being mistreated, alcoholics with cirrhosis, pizza... damn. Can't think of anything negative about pizza, except for the way it automatically adds several pounds to the scale.
  • Anybody out there got reasons why pizza is an inherently bad thing? Are there pizza factories that employ child labor, or anything evil like that?


Exercise du jour: A gentle 2-mile jog.
Done! I love getting the run in before work. Makes me feel smugly virtuous.

Update du 6:26 pm: Oh, this is nuts. All the way home, the little voice kept piping up with comments like "hey, the track is open. Maybe you could run there."
And I'd have to remind it, "No, I did the jog this morning."
"Oh, right," it would mumble. Then, not five minutes later, "hey, it's not actually raining. Maybe you could run 'round the neighborhood."
"LOOK, we just HAD this discussion TWO MINUTES ago."
"Oh yeah. I forgot. Sorry."
So now that I'm home and have fed the dog and all that good stuff, it pipes up with "Well, shouldn't we be planning out a route for tomorrow's run? After all, you need to get it done early."
Argh. Argh, argh, argh.

8 comments:

JavaChick said...

I love that LOL Cat!

And isn't pizza health food? *La la la I can't hear you la la la*

Xenia said...

My aunt and uncle's pizza place employed child labor--my cousins, my sister and me! I spent a decade making pizzas and I'm still not sick of them. I'm afraid, dear Merry, that there is no cure.

P.S.--You got a shout-out on Running is Funny today. Yay! :)

Kelly said...

Thanks for the comment on my blog. It's so good to hear from someone who has gone through the C25K program with the same fears and came out a runner! Gives me hope.

I will never give up pizza, BTW. I'll do my best to make healthier versions at home but from time to time I will have some greasy cheesy pizza. :)

solarity said...

You will have to leave pizza in its proper place, next to chocolate, as one of the things you only have to give up if you have allergies. Luckily, at the time I became allergic to tomatoes, I had been allergic to yeast and cheese since childhood, so I was unfamiliar with pizza. Now...I'm not sure I could do it.

Mary Anne in Kentucky

messymimi said...

Imagine all of those poor anchovies, swimming along happily, enjoying the carefree life of the sea...

Oh, you don't eat your pizza with anchovies? Can't help you, then.

I agree about needing a rut for housecleaning.

The Merry said...

Oh, the Plight of the Anchovy angle! I won't eat them -- they trigger headaches -- but I could always picture them on the pizza.
That might work.
Hmmmnnn...

Dr. J said...

Good one!! Every quality can be looked at from many perspectives. All of our "negative" qualities have positive presentations, if we can find them. I like it!!

Cat said...

Negatives as positives. That works for me!

Pizza. Uh. Because it's not good for you. It's icky, doesn't taste good. It's terrible.

Have I convinced you? No? Um. Sorry. Can't think of anything else...

Cat