Funny how 10 of "this-won't-make-a-difference," actually makes a difference.
I started Weight Watchers again. I'm three days into it and finding myself justifying the BLTS (bites, licks, tastes and sips) by thinking to myself that a little bite of something won't make a difference.
Well ... actually it does.
I'm very good at justifying things. Especially in the kitchen, where I've got to taste things, and couldn't possibly leave a bite on a (someone else's) plate. I made Cornish Pasties tonight and it was so much work, I justified taking one of the larger ones.
When I'm trying to instill a new discipline in my life, those little "this-won't-make-a-difference" trip me up every time. They are like road bumps that slow me down. Enough of them can cause a u-turn.
It's a dangerous line of thinking, and one that can cross over into other areas of my life. This faulty thinking goes something like this ...
It's a special occasion ...
Just this once
I'm not as bad as so-and-so
Well at least I'm not doing ...
Little bites add up to ounces that add up to pounds. Just like leaving my t-shirt draped over a chair, added to my shorts, and my capris, adds up to a messy room. Or, like one day not reading my Bible, leads to another and then a week has gone by and I'm wondering why I'm so out of sync.
It all makes a difference. And that's what making doing the right thing so dog-gone hard. But so very worth it.
In His Love,