Polar Bear

Polar Bear
My Boy

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Oh the Guilt!

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

5 comments:

Allan said...

Any sweatshirt delivery ?

Polar's Mom said...

Noper, not yet...

Lala said...

I wish guilt worked for me... sigh... i feel a lot of it, but it doesn't seem to motivate me :-( You are doing so well! another 3 pounds down!? You go, girl!

Bethanny said...

Stop it. You are so dedicated to this. So what you skipped a day. That is ok! Rest your body. You only have 1.

Brigitte said...

I think a day off is in order! That is all you had for dinner. I would be starving...