I am not good at moderation. I figure if a little is good, more must be better. One cookie is good, 5 cookies are better. One glass of wine is good…you get my point. True, I sometimes end up with a hangover and a stomachache, but I enjoy cookies and wine.
It’s not just “bad” for you things that I over do. I decided a few days ago that my family needs to eat better. Instead of easing into it, we are cutting out all processed food. Nothing that has more than 5 ingredients. Except for yesterday when we had cookies and take out pizza. I even go over board when I fall off the wagon. It’s all or nothing.
I’m the same way with races. Why do a 5k when you can do a half marathon? (I realize marathon would be better here, but I’ve never done one, so I stuck with the half.) If I’m going to train for something, may as well go all out. This brings me to my desire to do an Ironman. It has been a secret goal for a long time. Some people watch the finish and say “I can’t believe those people put themselves through that. Why would they do that?” I watch and think “They just gave everything they had.” I don’t think you can fake your way through an Ironman. There is no moderation in training. No moderation in the commitment. No moderation in the physical and mental toughness to finish. I love that. That is why I am obsessed with it.
I never thought I would be able to compete in an Ironman. Now, I think I can do it. I wanted to sign up for IM Florida. This was before I knew we were moving. Brian didn’t share my excitement for going all in. This lack of moderation is a huge commitment for the entire family. (This is the reason the above is a half marathon, not a marathon) It is a lot for me to ask. I have agreed to put this dream on hold for a year (or two). Until then, I will do my best to work on moderation….in somethings.
Now, I’m going to figure out what I can make for dinner with brown rice and an apple.