Decisions, decisions

I was on the phone last night with one of my best friends, whom I only get to see once a year as we live on opposite ends of the country. She was telling me how proud she was of me to see all of my activities that I'm doing, the weight I've lost, and competing in the triathlons now. I told her "You have to remember, I don't smoke anymore either, and that helps tremendously".

This lead into a big discussion about her not being able to quit smoking, or stop eating butter and potatoes. She asked me how I had quit smoking and lost weight. I told her there was no one thing that I could tell her that would be the "FIX ALL" for her. Everyone needs to find what is that one thing that helps her. I told her that everything we do is a decision. You can decide not to put that cigarette to your lips. You can decide to use only a dab of butter (or no butter at all) on the potatoes instead of (her words) drowning them.

Every day I fight with myself on decisions. I make a decision to get out of bed and work out, or not to. I make the decision about what food I eat. What are the consequences of my actions? I have to admit that I am far from perfect. There are many days when I hit that snooze alarm because I just cannot force my feet out from under the covers. There are some days I choose to eat a cupcake as a treat for myself. And I CHOOSE to enjoy it.

So, this morning comes along and at 4:30am the alarm goes off, and I really don't want to get out of bed because I was up half the night talking to my friend on the phone, I remember our conversation from last night, and I CHOSE to get out of bed, put on my swim suit and head down to the pool. I got in a good half an hour this morning and I am proud of myself; for following through with my workout plan, and for living up to my expectations of myself. I choose to be a little better every day. SPARK ON!