Permission

How do people get to a place where they find themselves 20, 30, 60 or even 100 pounds or more overweight? How did I get to this place? One word: permission. With every poor choice made, we gave ourselves permission to make that choice. Most of the time, that included giving ourselves permission to use an excuse like "I'll make healthier choices tomorrow" or "being fat is in my DNA; there isn't much I can do about it so I'm not going to try real hard to change it" or "this one 44 oz soda isn't going to matter that much" or "I don't have time to exercise" or, my personal favorite, "I'm too tired (or stressed, etc) to eat healthfully today." Giving ourselves permission to use and accept excuses is the easy, weak way to live life. I'm ready to be strong!

"When faced with a challenge, look for a way, not a way out." -David Weatherford

My son made a batch of cookies last night. It was still the weekend, so I enjoyed eating a few. This morning, there were still a plate full of cookies sitting on the counter. Normally, I would give myself permission to use a few good excuses and gobble a few right up. But today, I gave myself permission to be strong! Being strong feels good!