Walk The Talk

For the last year or so, I’ve worked a less than ideal job. It uses none of my skill-set, take no mental effort on my part, makes it way too easy for me to sit on my arse way too much, and even though I’d been working six days a week, putting in 54 hours each week, it doesn’t cover my expenses. I took on a second job to pay for the classes I’m taking and have always had to find ways to make another couple hundred bucks a month in order to keep my head above water.

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But on the flip-side, it’s been the ideal job for me… at this time. Because I sit in front of a computer most of the day, waiting for something that needs my attention, I am able to use that time to do other things. Like study, blog, and try to build my nutritional coaching business. They’re also very flexible when I need/want to take off for a couple hours for a meeting or a seminar or something. So yea, not the ideal job overall, but I’ve made it work for where I’m at right now.

As I’ve been trying to focus more and more on building my business, I’ve done so with the idea that by late-spring/early-summer I would be able to drop a couple days here to have more time dedicated to that. Well, those plans just got fast-tracked on me. Thursday I found out I am no longer working 6-days/54-hours a week. Instead I’m working 5-days/27.5 hours. Half of what I was.

So… my hours for March should cover my rent, and maybe my electric/gas bill.

I’m not here to dwell on that… I’ve got other things in the works that I hopefully can ramp up. It will be tight, but … well, I’ll make it work.

Problem is, this weekend, I ate crap. A lot of it. Well, a lot more than usual anyways. See, I worked 7am-10pm every day last week, Saturday I did the radio show followed by working 11-10 – with a couple hour break in there to go home and let the plumber in to install a new water meter.

There were the brownies on Saturday that .. we’re very good… but I could have gotten by with less than half of what I ate. Then yesterday was my last Sunday shift here. I didn’t pack a lunch… my kitchen is a disaster area right now (see above for reason why). So I walked to the grocery store on the next block and picked up a couple bean burrito, salsa, and… a bag of chips and a container of sour cream.

Over the course of about the next six hours I managed to put away both the burritos and nearly half the bag of chips with a goodly portion of the sour cream and salsa.

sigh.

I pretty much figured I would end up polishing off the rest of the chips today.

Well, I can’t remember where I first heard or read this, and it may not of even been about food, but there’s a quote I like to tell others that are struggling that is along the lines of…

“No matter how badly you feel you’ve screwed up, you’re just one meal away from being back on track.”

I got to work this morning… looked at that half-full bag of chips sitting here, grabbed it with both hands and squeezed. Gave my fingers about a 10-second work-out, turning those delicious tasting corn tortillas to crumbs. The bag went in the trash, followed shortly by the sour cream. The salsa stays, I can use that in a “healthy” way.

The point is, it was my turn to walk the talk… I was just that one step away from being back on track.

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About Rob

I had RNY Gastric Bypass on April 8, 2009. I went from my heaviest of over 380 down to a low of 188 (for about a day!) before working on rebuilding muscle and such. Now I maintain at about 225. WLS has changed my life in so many ways, including my career as I now tackle nutritional coaching and other obesity education issues and is also a co-host on The Wake Up Call, a health and wellness radio show.