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Hilarious Analogy on how we beat ourselves up

WhatExerciseIsAbout I just did it today.  I was home last night reading an awesome book, (check back in for that forthcoming book review!) – and overindulging in some delicious Trader Joe’s dark chocolate covered almonds, chocolate cookies, & some croissant.  My justification whilst said indulgence was taking place was that I would be running 12 miles the next morning and so, “eh-go fer it!”  This, in essence, however, is symptomatic of what a Greatist article describes as self-abuse.  Check it out.
Jeanette Beating Herself Up
Jeanette Beating Herself Up
As the custodian for your body, you’re responsible for its care—just like you’d be responsible for a child that you’re babysitting. Imagine finding this kid knee-deep in candy bar wrappers, halfway into an all-out candy binge. Caught red-handed, this kid looks up at you, terrified, ashamed, awaiting punishment. What do you do? Do you yell insults at the child? March him or her over to the treadmill to run off every last calorie? Of course not. You’re not Mommie Dearest. With that in mind, let any name calling and punishment stop. You will treat yourself with the same compassion you would treat this child.
This is so exactly what I have always done and am getting better at not doing to myself.  I indulge and immediately go over the most rigorous form of calorie-torching physical activity that I can afford to “erase the evidence.”  Only when I’ve completed my self-inflicted torchure do I feel relieved and redeemed and like I can start on a clean slate.  People, I don’t work out because I enjoy it.  Honestly, it’s not for the high or joy of it – it’s for the elusive goal of achieving body perfection.  I’m still workin’ on it – there will be a huge blog post about it when that happens, but don’t wait by your inboxes.  I say that to demonstrate that I’ve always been in a  bad eater/ over exerciser vicious cycle that this article described to a T.
It can be easy, post-gluttony, to beat yourself up. Things like “no self-control,“ “lazy,” and “gross” can get thrown around. Maybe you run five miles and end up making yourself sick. Or swear off eating for an entire day. It’s super easy to treat your body to all types of abuse post-gorgefest, but here’s where taking a step outside yourself is critical.
I’ve evolved though, and am happy to report that I am in the driver’s seat with my eating, compared to confused and out-of-control eating in the past.  I also indulge with pleasure, versus feeling guilty during and especially after indulgences in the past.  And while I still derive a twisted sense of satisfaction in “working off an indulgence,” I think there is a certain level of healthy balance in that behavior.  I’m  much more at peace, aware, knowledgeable, and in control of my diet than ever before, but this article certainly offered me a spot-on illustration that inspired this post. Read the full article