Most nights when I left work, I would tell myself, "You are just going home. You are not stopping to get Wendy's." Then, I would get halfway there. "Okay, maybe just a single sandwich. Not the normal three I get with the frosty." Finally, I would be pulling into the drive-thru and get to the window. "I would like 3 of your 99 cent crispy chicken sandwich and a frosty."
I would eat the whole thing the rest of the 7 miles home, and hide the evidence. At home, I would eat dinner with the family. Right after I ate the food from my mistress, I felt instantly guilty and mad at myself. Each one of those chicken sandwiches are 350 calories! We cannot even afford it. Why am I doing it? I know better. I would just eat.
|What they look like in my mind|
I was coming up on the light right before entering the city, and the car did a slight sputter. I had a choice. Turn left at the light and get gas, or turn right at the light and get Wendy's. I was going to do both either way, but my stupid need for fried chicken and sadness won. I ordered my usual and got to the second window. They asked me to pull up, because it would be a few minutes to get my chicken.
So I pulled up, and as soon as I pushed on my break, the car died. I ran out of gas. I sat there, not even 200 yards from a gas station. I waited for my chicken. Then, I walked across the street to see if the gas station had a gas can I could use.
Of course, they did not have one. She said I could buy a gallon of water, dump it out and fill it with gas. I told her, "Thanks... but no thanks."
So I called Jenn. "Hey, Jenn. Guess what? I just ran out of gas and coasted into the parking lot at the Wendy's. Yeah, I know, crazy. I barely made it all the way around the building into the parking spot in front of the drive-thru. Yeah, that is crazy..." Of course, she didn't believe me. She knew what I was doing. Caught greasy-handed.
|What they really look like. Not good at all.|
I still have to make a choice on what way I am going to turn at that light almost every day. I can turn right and eat fast, fattening food, or I can turn left and go to CrossFit. CrossFit Republic was opened in the building behind the gas station.
Now I take a look at my former mistress and say, "No, thank you." I turn left and see the love of my life Jenn and the gym, and we work out. It is hard when we are running, and I smell that fried chicken scent across the street. But it is a reminder of a place I never want to go back to. I am going to stay healthy this time.
So moral of the story. Don't choose the right. Choose the left, and get gas and fitness.