Friday at the gym I was chatting with an elderly man while doing the weight machines. This was after doing my walk/jog intervals upstairs on the inside track. The end of our conversation went something like this:
Gentleman: Yea, so I saw these three ladies up there the other day walking with a bag of peanut M&Ms in their hand! Said they use them to keep track of how many laps they do.
Me: Really?!? (grinning and shaking my head)
Gentleman: Yep. Every time they finish a lap they eat one. (pause) Now wouldn’t that be like shooting yourself in the foot?? I mean, gosh, you could eat one banana and still have to come in here for 30 minutes to burn off those calories.
Me: Yes, sir, you’re right. (still somewhat grinning, but feeling so convicted…)
We exchanged a few more pleasantries and then he went on his way. Meanwhile, I was left thinking on this….ALL WEEKEND.
Let’s just say, both of my feet hurt, because I’ve shot myself in the foot so many times just like he said. Oh, I would NEVER take candy to the gym with me, but I’ve had my share of self-inflicted shooting going on.
Yes, I’ve had my victories this past seven months, and I wouldn’t trade them for anything in the world, but my feet do hurt figuratively speaking. And the only way to help them to “heal” is to stop shooting myself in the foot. I am going to run a 5K this year, but I know I don’t want to do it at 210 pounds.
So, here’s a new goal: Leah, stop shooting yourself in the foot.