Queen of Excuses

I admit it.  I'm the queen of excuses.  Give me a reason, any reason to eat something I shouldn't or to not work out and I'll happily jump on board.
I know that white foods are my enemy.  Carbs are not kind to my body because of a medical condition.  But hey, if that friend who I haven't seen calls and wants to go out for pizza, well, then, I can't hurt her feelings, right?  (Never mind the fact that I could ask her to go to that great salad place and she'd be just as happy...she asked to get pizza and I want to be a good friend.)  ☺

I'm the same way about working out.  Give me a reason to avoid it and I will.  It looks like it might rain?  Better not take that walk.  It's too hot, it's too cold...never mind the fact that I could dress accordingly.  Nope...I'm staying in.  (They don't call me the Brunette Goldilocks for nothing!  OK...no one calls me that.  But if they did I really couldn't argue...)

I went so far as to join the gym a mile from my house.  I figured if I was paying for it I'd go, right?  Well, I did go, I was doing so well!  I was so proud of myself.  Then the gym closed down.  (Don't even get me started on the fact that they held me to my contract because another gym was within 15 miles.)  That does it...no gym, no working out.

So what does a queen of excuses do when she knows it's time to stop making excuses? Easy! Stop giving herself excuses to make.  If I'm going to find reasons to eat things I shouldn't, I should find reasons to eat things I should.  I try to keep plenty of healthy options available so I'm not tempted to get take out.  (And I keep telling myself my friends will still love me if I recommend a healthy object for dinner.) If the gym is closed for business and the weather is too crazy that means I need to make a gym in my home.  So far, so good...I have hand weights and yoga balls and a Wii.  Those all help.  Now I'm hoping to add a treadmill to my mini-gym at home.  I do love to walk, and weather and distance can no longer be an excuse if I have a treadmill in the house, right?

Disclaimer: Not my dog.  But how darn cute is he?

Now if I can just figure out a way to get the dog to walk on a treadmill, too...boy that would save me a ton of time in excuse making of a different sort...  ☺

I wrote this blog post while participating in the Bookieboo and Hayneedle Treadmill blogging program, making me eligible to win a treadmill. For more information on how you can participate, click here.