In the middle of fixing dinner, I had to leave the kitchen. I returned to find my daughter with her hand in the bag of shredded cheese I’d left on the counter.

“Stop eating the cheese,” I said.

She pulled her hand out, with a few shreds still stuck to her fingers, and smiled at me. “I’m not eating the cheese. I’m feeling the bag.” (And how exactly do I discount that shaky explanation? After all, her hand wasn’t in her mouth and there wasn’t cheese stuck to her face …)

Excuses. We all use them to justify doing something we shouldn’t be doing or to explain why we didn’t do the thing we should have done. I’m stressed. He was rude first. She’s annoying. I didn’t mean to. Everyone does it. They made me. It was just one time. I was hungry.

In anticipation of summer weather and the inevitable shorts and swimsuits, I’ve been trying to work on my diet and exercise goals. I’ve also been working on multiple excuses for why the pounds aren’t disappearing. I’ve been swamped with deadlines and work and needed that large Coke to get me through the afternoon slump. I had to drive to Denver and therefore had to grab fast food on the way (and back). When spending time with my parents or in-laws, it would be rude  not to eat everything they prepared … including dessert. I was too tired and didn’t have the energy to drive to the gym.

Enough with the excuses. Why not just admit that I didn’t feel like working out? That I’m lazy? That I wanted the fries … and caffeinated, carbonated, sugar rush? That I’d rather feed my face now than look fit in few weeks?

Ouch. Somehow just saying the plain truth is ugly enough to make me want to change.

What about you? What excuses do you hide behind? What would the truth really say about you? Would the truth set you free?

No More Excuses
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