Re: My Satanic Planet

[Guest guest]

Hey Vicki, I had to smile over this one: there have been days where I have

worked out till I was schvitzing a veritable river (the Styx maybe?), and

still, later on, I indulged in things I " should not have. " Maybe not an Oreo

cookie, but some analagous baddie. What can I say .... Satan made me do it?

ROFL!

The point is -- I *know* that doing so doesn't condemn me to hell, but it

still does piss me off (sometimes). However, I am striving to believe

(emotionally) that one of the benefits of exercising to a strenuous and healthy

sweat

is that once in a while, I am FREE to have an Oreo-like piece of junkfood and

not whip myself into a serious bout of self-loathing as a result ... an

indulgence which would place me far further down on one of those Dantean rings

of

hell if I didn't exercise at all.

I know the pitfall is that I not use exercise as a carte blanche to eat

anything I want in any quantity I want, but I still want to resist the

temptation

to place exercise in the category of " torture " . It sets up too much " good "

versus " evil " thinking, at least for me.

It will be " nice " if one day all this not such a struggle.

Lucille

<<The best thing about torturing yourself like this, is that there is

no way on God's green earth that you are going to stick an Oreo in

your mouth after you have suffered so much to burn a hundred or two

calories.

Combine that with whole foods ( no microwave crap full of salt and no

chewy, bulky satisfying goodness) and you are on the path.

I have a great deal of respect for my body. It's almost like we are

two separate entities. We are at " war " or you might call it a stand-

off right now. " It " doesn't want to lose weight right now and has

dug in its' heals. I, on the other hand, am going to make it cry

uncle. I will be patient. I will continue to execise and eat right,

and sooner or later I will prevail.

Patience.

Smiles,

Vicki>>