Well... I was pretty sure that this day would come. And, quite frankly, I'm surprised it took so darn long. I've officially fallen off the wagon. I am eating as bad as I did two years ago before I started this whole journey. I could put it in the "things I gained when the new baby came" category. But, that would be unfair. I could put it in the "I'm bored of this" category. But, that would be terribly lame.
So... what is it? I think it's LIFE. I've been running around so fast and furious that I hardly noticed it happened. It started with the idea that... because I run, I can afford to treat myself every once in a while. Then, I started creeping... ever so slowly back to the dark side. Now (as I'm eating three donuts, a hot dog, pizza and a tub of lard), I'm officially as far from where I want to be as possible. Frankly... it did creep up on me. But, I should have seen it coming.
Every good realization comes with a half-assed... "I'm gonna do better". And, every "I'm gonna do better" comes with the thought that I know I'm not going to. How do I make this my life instead of just a fix? Woooo...
So... here's what I have done. I've made running a part of who I am. I NEED to find a way (on some level) to do the same with eating. Maybe I'm not Johhny Eatnutritious at the end of the day. But, would it hurt to be Johnny Eatsmostlynutritious?
So... what am I going to do about it? I don't know... But, I think recognizing it has to be a step in the right direction, right?