I’ve been craving some Lord Of The Fries lately (for those not in Melbourne, it’s like a vegan burger, fries and hotdogs place, terribly bad for you). Well, craving is the incorrect word… I’ll rephrase and say I’ve been romanticising having a disgusting greasy burger, fries with gravy and a gigantic hotdog. I set out this afternoon to sneak in a burger but found myself lying to my housemate when he got home about where I was headed. I wanted to hide my disgusting fantasy from him like I was ashamed. I’ll be truthful, I was kind of hiding it because he’s an ex professional athlete who eats an 801010 raw vegan diet. I knew he’d judge me for it, although he is adamant he’s not judgemental… to be real I was judging myself because I know better, especially when it comes to reaching my goals.
Anyway, I’ve been struggling with getting my ass out of the house to go work out, even if it is just a 20 minute jog, so I looked up some studies on willpower. Turns out it is a belief, and not a finite resource.
After learning this I guess I exercised my belief and I didn’t get Lords, I came home. That is, after I sat in the car park for 20 minutes. But I still came home sans burger. And tomorrow morning I’ll definitely be doing some exercise, so that means an early nights rest for me.
Does anyone even read my posts? lol