It’s One Bad Choice

I made the mistake of swinging by the grocery store on my way home from my run Saturday.  I didn’t need much, just some bananas and a few other things.  But long runs, even 10 mile runs like Saturday, make me super hungry.  I just want to eat everything I get my hands on.  It’s hard not to when you burn almost 1,000 calories!

Big mistake going to the grocery store hungry after a long run.  I came 003home with some chocolate…and of course, ate some of it.  Easter candy is hard to resist, right?  Then, I immediately went into this rant of “What am I doing?  I just ran 10 miles.  Well, so much for being healthy today!”  My immediate reaction was just to throw in the towel, forget about making wise and healthy choices for the rest of the day because I just blew it.  With ONE not so good choice.


Do you hear me?  It was ONE bad decision!

Before I began losing weight, I would decide I’m not going to eat this or that, whatever the evil food of the day was, but of course, eventually, I would eat it.  And then, I would spiral down this slope of thinking what’s the point in making any other healthy decisions today since I’ve already fallen off the wagon.  So my bad eating habits continued.

But as my perspective on weight loss and food began to change, I realized that one decision is ONE decision.  It does NOT have to determine the course of action for the rest of my day.  It means I made a bad choice, but I still have the entire rest of the day to make good, healthy choices.

Why is it that we give ourselves grace in so many other areas of life but not to weight loss and making healthy choices?  I mean, I’ve taken wrong turns on road trips but instead of just forgetting about the entire trip, I ask for directions, look at my map, do something to figure out how to get back to where I need to be.  Yet, I make one bad food choice, and that’s it.  My healthy lifestyle’s over?

I’m still learning to work through those bad choices.  I’m hoping that the day will come when the self-condemnation will end, but until then, this is how I deal with it:

  1. Accept it for what it is.  It’s one bad decision.  You can’t undo it, but you can control the choices you make for here on out.  What’s the old saying?  Don’t cry over spilled milk?  What’s done is done.  Get over it.  Pick yourself up.  Make the next choice a good one.
  2. Learn from your fall from the wagon.  So what made you fall off the wagon?  Learn to identify your triggers.  Did something stressful happen?  Were you tired?  Overly hungry?  I’m learning that when I get too hungry, I don’t really care what I eat.  I just need food, and I need it now!  That was my chocolate trigger today since burning 1,000 calories pretty much depleted my energy resources.  Note to self:  Next time remember to take a post-run snack.
  3. Remember your goals.  Don’t lose sight of your goals.  It’s frustrating and disappointing to have those falls, but again, IT’S NOT THE END OF THE ROAD!  Your goals are still within reach.  Remember where you’re headed and find your determination again to get there.
  4. Don’t forget that weight loss is a process.  It’s a process, with ups and downs, and a huge learning curve.  We have to learn how to make healthy choices and learning anything new involves falling and making mistakes, right?  So give yourself grace.  Let your stumble be a reminder that you’re not where you want to be, but by George, you’re not where you used to be!

Then:                                                                                          Now:








Am I alone in this self-condemnation or does anyone else get caught up in that too?

Author: Juanita

Thanks for dropping in! I'm Juanita. People tell me I don't look like a Juanita since I'm red headed and freckled with super pale skin, but what's in a name, right? I'm a 40-something, single (as in no kids, never been married) gal from Oklahoma. I'm a nurse and most importantly, a follower of Jesus. I love chocolate, am scared of heights, and petrified of snakes. After my fortieth birthday and coming to grips with the fact that I was obese, I discovered I'm a runner and a CrossFitter, and that there's a whole lot of life left to live. I just had to get past the fat, stare down the fear, and realize that 40 is not too old for new beginnings. So this is the story of my struggles and adventures in the quest to live a healthy life in mind, body, and soul.

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