thoughts words actions identity



 watch your thoughts as they may become words.  watch your words as they may become actions.  watch your actions because that's who you are.  

I'm reading a book about improving your habits.  It's been a revelation.  

I thought I was just being realistic.  I didn't need to be nice to myself.  I know I'm fat.  I'm not being negative, just real.  Well guess what?  Maybe if you think of yourself as fat, you'll act fat.  Go ahead and eat that cookie.  Go ahead and clean your plate.  After all you are a fat girl and that's what fat girls do.  Naps!  Y'all know I love naps.  Because I'm a fat, tired, old lady!  Well no more.  

It made me think of a recent incident.  For some reason BA asked me what kind of animal I am.  I don't remember why.  I immediately said bear.  I like bears.  they're big lugs, that love picnic baskets.  Then I remembered she once compared me to a clumsy panda, and I didn't like it.  So I changed my answer to manatee because they use their farts to regulate they're depth in water.  None of these sound particularly complimentary.  They may be true, but I have better traits.  

My self identity must change.  Now I will think of myself as a health nut, a walker, someone who wants to dance often.  I'm a dancer who has no time for cookies.  there are better things.  

Next thing I learned:  attach a new habit to an old habit.  Thus I will be trading fat for jewelry.  Let me explain.  For everyday that I both eat right and move enough, I will set aside $5.00.  Then I'll buy something I don't need on Amazon.  Why didn't I think of this sooner!  I love buying stuff on Amazon, and I love earrings.  

Now I'm reading about boundaries.  This is something I've already been working on.  Life is too short to hang out with annoying people.  I really want to skip this section because it's hard and what does it have to do with having better habits?  

I'll let you know how the rest goes.  

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