IT’S MY PARTY, AND I’LL DRINK PUMPKIN BEER IF I WANT TO
One full week of clean eating completed. How did it go? Well, some might say it didn’t go perfectly. Some might even say I failed. But this week went just how I wanted it to go.
Everyday I ate whole grains. I ate a plant based diet and occasionally had some fish or organic dairy products. I never stopped by a fast food hut, I never had to remove my food from plastic encasing, and I never refueled for the day by downing a diet coke. But this past week was my birthday and I celebrated the same way people all over this planet celebrate: with food and drink.
Friday my mom made a crab salad which had mayonnaise in it. I have no problems with eating mayonnaise, but the type of mayo that was in the salad (the type that has artificial flavor, artificial color, and high fructose cornsyrup) violates one of my rules. Strike one. That evening some friends and I went out to celebrate my birthday (Eh-hem, birthday-celebration-day. Shout out Bailey, Levi, Daniel, and Natalie.) by going to a sushi bar. Sushi rolled in white rice. Strike two. Then we went back to Bailey and Levi’s for a little drinky-poo, a game of quarters, and pin the tail on the donkey. Bailey got me some store bought sangria and I had some of Daniel’s pumpkin beer (tis the season) both of which I’m sure have at least one unpronounceable, unknown ingredient in them. Strike three… I’m going to demand a mulligans. After pin the tail on the donkey, which was played post sangria, we ate some ice cream. Yet again, I didn’t bother to read the ingredients, but I’m sure they weren’t “Back to the Basics of Health” friendly.
HERE’S WHAT I THINK OF YOU PERFECTION
So did the week go perfectly? Absolutely not. The amount of toxins I consumed might seem miniscule, but I could have spent the day camped out at McDonald’s and I would be just as proud of myself as I am right now. Even though I would probably have a bit of McDiarrea.
This month is not about perfectly following the rules. I am a flawed human being, but I do not accept my flaws. I celebrate them. You know what I think about perfection? I think it is unachievable. I think it’s boring. I think it is unrelatable. And worst of all, I think there are no lessons to be learned in perfection. This month is about reflection, introspection, and individual growth. I am in a constant state of personal evolution, and I will be done working on me the day I die.
TO SO CALLED FAILURES EVERYWHERE
So since the week didn’t go exactly as planned, since I gave into the artificial flavors/colors, high fructose cornsyrup, white rice, and unknown ingredients, does that make me a failure? I guess that depends on how you define failing.
For me, failure is not not achieving my goals. Failure is giving up on them.
If I never quit, then I can never fail. When I fall, I get back up, and continue in my journey with the knowledge to avoid that specific pothole. However, if you know me, then you know how clumsy and careless I can be. I guess that just makes me a more attuned, more tenacious learner. Well, that’s the way I choose to see it. J
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