accountability

I called a friend today, and asked her to be my accountability partner. She is someone I can trust to say the hard things when I need to hear them, and will not accept any excuses that I may try to use. I told her I mean business, and she is going to give it to me!

I don't expect to be motivated by her, but she will hold me accountable to actually face the truth, and deal with it. It is still up to me to do the hard work. With each choice I make, I'm going to either become smaller, or bigger, as a result. There is no escaping that truth. No one can do that for me.

And here's that inescapable defender of thinness...my conscience. It tells me more than the scale can, and is much more honest than the scale. The scale lies sometimes, but my conscience always knows if I put something in my mouth that didn't need to go there.

I must not argue with my conscience. No attempts at justification makes me innocent. No amount of exercise deletes the fact that I ate something I didn't need. Removing the evidence does not remove the guilty truth! It only makes it easier to believe I've succeeded at fooling the system. It deceives me into thinking I can do it 'my way', without having to face consequences. It is a false hope to think that I can eat a little extra, and not get fat.

Lies. All lies. One bite does matter. It is the 'innocent' exceptions that sabotage a perfect body.