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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.
Happy spring.
peace~~~
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