Not since Sister Christine Marie slapped my hands with a ruler in 8th grade, have a felt so guilty for letting life lure me from exercise.
Sure this is the workout first day I have skipped in almost two months, but I still feel my Catholic guilt welling like a zit on a teenagers nose.
And you know what?? I am SOOOO glad that Sister Christine instilled the fear of God in me and somehow welded my guilty conscience to my soul.
In many instances, such as when I think about Polar's death, guilt keeps me up staring at the ceiling, makes me a sobbing fetal ball on my living room floor at 2 am, makes me feel sick to my stomach and dry heave during rush hour...
But when it comes to diet, for me, guilt keeps me on the Non-Gravy Train. It makes me work out when I really don't want to, when I even think about that dark chocolate in my fridge, when I think about snacking at work...
For me, to modify from Michael Douchebag Douglas, GUILT IS GOOD.
If guilt hamstrings you, makes you binge, adds to your dieting torment, I understand, but I also feel sorry for you. For once, for me, I feel like God got it right and gave me a little nugget, a tool I can use to my advantage-therefore, my guilt is welcome anytime.
Dammit, I guess I gotta workout now. ;-)
Dinner- 4 oz. salmon patty, 3 tbsp pico de gallo