I lift weights, a fact that surprised my publicist. "You do?" she asked, politely. I answered, yes, and added, 'You probably can't tell can you?' She didn't answer. At least not right away.
"You probably eat a lot of carbs."
'No,' I said. 'I eat junk.' And then I explained why I didn’t like regular food.
That's not right. I made excuses as to why I ate junk. I finally just blurted out, 'It's the women in my life...'
Oh, she was all ears at that point. She was probably waiting for me to blame my wife and my mother, but I didn't. Instead, I blamed Mrs. Smith (pies), Little Debbie, Dolly Madison and the Hostesses - those creamy-filled girls.
I probably should have blamed my lack of resistance when it comes to the 'women in my life.' It’s not ‘the women.’ It’s me.
Too often we blame people and things for what is clearly our problem. With me, it’s the junk food, but maybe with others it’s a lack of control with their tongues or temper; it could be a lack of control with substances like alcohol and drugs, and it could be something like working long hours over spending time with the family.
I admit to having a problem with the ‘women in my life,’ but until I admit that a lack of control is an issue, and take the necessary steps to solving that problem, guess what? It’s still a problem. Yes, I can exercise more often and vigorously but I don’t think that will help. I need to dump those chicks.
What do you think?