Excuses, they’re your choice.
Every excuse is preceded by a choice, every choice is accompanied by a consequence, a consequence that is too often accepted with another excuse. The ability to find excuses so easily allows us to avoid challenging our comfort zones, the key to our self-growth. It’s a vicious cycle. There are enough awful hands in life’s deck of cards dealt without choice, so why accept excuses leading to consequences that could have been avoided with better choices? I’m starting to understand the power of choice, and it’s life changing.
So, I know what you’re thinking: we don’t always know the potential consequences associated with our choices. Correct, often we don’t, but far more often we do. For too long I let easy excuses influence the future of my health and well-being. Avoiding challenging my comfort zone, embracing bad habits, denying the truth, my book was full, page after page of well-worn excuses. How’s your book? Surely I would run out one day and stop this self-destructive spiral? Or not.
Thankfully becoming a mother threw this spiral into a chaotic whirlwind of… I don’t even know what, maybe reality. During a midnight feed I was trolling one of the social media feeds on my phone, yes that’s correct, I was on Facebook while feeding my baby. It paid off in the end trust me, anyway I read about some new celebrity mother advertising ‘weekly meal delivery diets’ to ‘bounce back to pre baby shape’. It read something along the lines of ‘drop your post baby weight without the hassle of cooking’, and not surprisingly was accompanied by an image of an amazing looking woman, bitch. After snickering at the idea that this woman had probably never even had a baby, or had she, I found myself offended. The defensive excuses began to flow, I’m too busy, it’s too expensive, too tired, no babysitter, bla bla bla, a habit I had made a reliable part of my life. It probably featured everyday, on so many levels. But, we’re not talking about habit here, that’s for another day.
Tossing around in bed waiting for the next wake up, I pondered on the concrete view I had lived with forever that prioritising my health & well-being were optional luxuries in life, luxuries that came after being a mum. Being a mum is a never-ending job, so looks like this luxury was one for the single ladies. I began asking myself why was I so quick to judge anyone suggesting that I should consider experiencing this luxury. Why was I was quick to criticise mothers that had already embraced this luxury and that of the controversial athleisure culture?
In hindsight my judgement and offensive stance were nothing more than a mask of well-polished excuses protecting my pride. I was the jealous comfort zone stuck woman, choosing to avoid the truth. The truth was that I was an overweight, unhealthy role model, destined for some of the worst cards in the pack, by choice. No one would choose to get cancer would they? But still people smoke. No one would choose to be derailed in life by chronic health conditions would they? Yet people choose to accept being overweight, the perfect precursor. I was one of them, and still am to some extent, but I’m so thankful I chose to make a change. How many others are out there, making a choice to live behind the face of easy excuses?
There are enough cards in life we can’t choose, it’s time to realise the power of choice in the things we can. Ask yourself if your excuses are really worth the consequence. I’ve discovered a healthy lifestyle is a must, not a nice to have. To me, it’s kind of like fuel is a must to drive the car. There is no excuse to accept poor habits. You might think that’s harsh, but chances are it’s an excuse. If you do, prepare to accept the ‘optional’ consequences associated with your choice.