PizzaGirl's Alter Ego
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3 months ago
Maybe We Shouldn’t Just Drive
I had an eye-opening experience this weekend. It was Friday night and date-night. We had decided to go get some pho at the Vietnamese Cajun place near me. I wanted to walk and my beau said he didn’t want to walk because the last time we went walking I had a hard time, I didn’t feel good and my back hurt a lot. Even after protesting that I was never going to get to the point where I didn’t hurt so much unless I exercised more, he said it was too far (looked it up today and it’s a little under 2 miles) and we ended up driving.
I wanted to cry. He didn’t think I could do it. Or he didn’t think I could do it without becoming a miserable complaining wreck. I know that he was thinking a lot on the fact that I wouldn’t enjoy the walk and dinner, but that mean voice in my head says that he didn’t want to deal with me, that he doesn’t care about my weight loss and fitness goals and the fact that starting is always the hardest and that it only takes one person to say “Are you sure you don’t want to drive there? It will be faster and easier!” to make me forget all about wanting to be healthy.
That mean voice also tells me that I’ll never be healthy again, that my willpower will always undermine me and that I will always be fat and out of shape. Those people that say “you can do it” don’t know how easily I forget and give up on things.
