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tdn, the one thing I would add to your list of predictions is a multitude of excuses from the other person … “I can’t eat healthy because I’m always eating on the run.” Or, “I don’t have time to work out.” Or, “I’m too tired to exercise after work, chasing the kids, etc., etc.”
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This is an excellent point.
But I’m too busy. But I have issues. But mom never loved me enough.
One idea that I’ve been playing with is that if you have problems in one area of your life, they tend to spread to other areas, like cancer.
But I’m too ugly. But talking to strangers is scary. But cigarettes make me feel good.
Get off your buts.
Yellowval, you tried to talk your coworker into losing weight. Did it work?
Have you ever lectured a smoker that it’s bad for them? They lit up right then and there, and blew smoke in your face, right? I have. I abolutely HATE it when some sanctimonious prick tells me that I’m going to die of cancer. I also hate it when some sanctimonious prick tells me I’m too fat. I want to smoke a donut and say “Back off, prick.” I hate it when people tell me what to do. I especially hate it when I know that deep down, they are absolutely right.
I fight them. My most powerful weapons are my buts.
You can’t tell someone else that they need to change. They’ll resist in a powerful way. But you can come to see your own problems on your own, and when you do, you’ll start to recognize that your own excuses are really quite lame. And then you’ll find that once you start to solve one problem, you’ve found you have the tools to conquer another problem. When you solve two problems, you’ll have the tools and courage to tackle two more. Once the excuses melt away, so do the many many prison walls that we didn’t even know were there.
If I can lose weight, I can quit smoking. I will do so by late December. No more excuses. I’m going to get off my butts. 