I’m going to need to warn you about the sheer number of double-negatives you are about to encounter in the following post. Any English majors out there shouldn’t not avert their eyes.
There are a lot of things I don’t do.
It isn’t bad not to do some things. For example, I don’t smoke and I don’t murder people. I consider these to be generally good accomplishments. And this rings true even if we take a step back into slightly more realistic examples (unless homicide really is something that you struggle with, in which case my blog doesn’t hold the answers for you. Dexter does.) For example, it’s good when I don’t bottle up my feelings. When I actively take action not to take action in the face of emotional hardship. (Let’s see if I can be more vague! Hahaha.)
Sometimes the “good” part in NOT doing isn’t obvious though. I do feel that my choice not to weigh myself this morning was actually quite healthy considering the strong impact that last week’s weigh-in had on me. And it was hard, too, because it’s difficult for me to let go of the number on the scale. Plus there’s the idea that some of you out there who might be judging me for crapping out, as it were.
But I stand by my convictions (er, for once.) My emotions have been on enough of a roller coaster on their own over the past few days. They don’t need any help from the 0.2 lbs I may have lost or gained. I’m not giving up. I’m not even giving up the scale. I’m just… taking a beat.
Of course, even I can acknowledge when my choice to not do something comes purely out of stubbornness or laziness. I might not admit it. But I can acknowledge it.
Like when I was supposed to run four miles yesterday as part of my race training plan. I confess that I did not, in fact, do that.
But enough about what I didn’t do. Or what I continue to not be doing. Or… other… equally awkwardly worded incarnations of the same. I’m going to do what I do best and
eat my feelings focus on the positive.
I DID seed the crap out of this itty bitty baby butternut squash.
I DID sprinkle it with olive oil, salt & pepper, and roasted it in a 350 degree oven for 35 minutes. (I DID NOT remember to peel off the skin before cutting it in half though, which made for difficult extraction. Whoops!)
But I DID turn it into a beautiful(ish) mash of orange deliciousness with the help of a splash of soy milk and my handy dandy immersion blender.
What is one thing that you’ve felt good about NOT doing lately?