So...just one thing

So...just one thing

Today I was talking with Dinkus, my beautiful and much smarter wife, and she might have changed my life (again).

I was telling her that all I wanted to do was go to Sheetz (if you don’t have one, you are missing out…WaWa can suck it) and house a couple protein bars or a bag of cashews or a protein shake (apparently I am convinced that eating “healthy” cheat foods isn’t wrong) to completely destroy my caloric consumption for the morning, truth be told I would probably do it after lunch too, when I told her I needed some help keeping the craving at bay (what bay btw?).

Her response was amazing and I want everybody to prepare to have your mind blown…seriously…did you put on a shower cap for easy clean up? She asked me if having a healthier lifestyle, better diet, less guilt was worth just one thing, in this case a snack stop. She made it so simple.

Simple is good for me as I am not the brightest tool in the tree. I tend to overcomplicate things and become very overwhelmed to the point that I give up and feel guilty (coughblogcough…coughworkingoutcough) or that I get so stressed I feel the need to wallow in my own filth, er…self-pity.  Her saying that it was just one thing weighed against everything I want made it very achievable. Is that one (or two) protein bar worth the guilt later, or the extra lbs on the scale, hells to the no.

I can not believe how this changed my view in an instant (think of a viewmaster). I mean…damn…I can use this with pretty much everything. Put off my writing another night and sit on the couch…weighed against the stress of wondering what could have been, that one thing is not worth it. Don’t want to get outta bed and brush your teeth at night because you “forgot” again and want to sleep…weighed against morning breath and added trips to the dentist, that one thing is not worth it. Let the beard (if you can call it that) go another day (or six)…weighed against looking like a homeless man who talks to squirrels and later eats them (not that there’s anything wrong with that, is there?), that one thing isn’t worth it. You get the point (and if you don’t, what that f*** is wrong with you?).

I am sure there are a few (ok less than a few) of you still reading this and saying “uh…no shit it is called making good decisions”, but for me, and those like me (God save you), my mind does not make easy connections at times.

Basically it is good that I had Dinkus boil this down to a 5^th grade level. For that Dinkus, I am grateful.