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"There is so much happening in my apartment complex; I have had so much stress. I am too tired to make dinner. What should I do? Oh yeah! EZ-Burger across the street has garden burgers. I'm going WILD with it."
"Hmmmm...I am passing the donut shop and they have such great apple fritters. I deserve one of those, even though I know the yeast doesn't agree with me...it would be good to have while I wait for Mom's lunch to be over."
"I deserve it."
"I need it."
"It is much easier."
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The excuses...I deserve this. I earned this. I don't have a problem; I just like to eat. I'll go back to Weight Watchers on Monday. One piece of cake won't be a problem.
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Thinking back on my 33 year addiction to smoking, I never used excuses. I just smoked. It was socially acceptable to smoke, that is until it wasn't. Not long after I quit, my college no longer allowed smoking on campus. That would have been a bummer for me as smoking was the only break time I ever took. Oh wait...I never again took breaks after I quilt, either.
Excuses are excuses and until we come to realize that is all they are, and recognize them when they jump into our heads, nothing is going to change. I don't deserve anything food wise. I like things...I can choose to eat them...but I don't deserve them because I'm tired or stressed, just like my sweet tormented manipulative alcoholic neighbor kid doesn't drink for the pain. The pain is only...yeah, it's only an excuse.