On my way home today, I was sitting at a red-light, waiting to turn off the highway onto the road that leads to my neighborhood, when a car with a skinny little twenty-something girl pulls up next to me on the passenger side, and starts looking at me. I smile. She smiles, takes off her glasses, and lifts her arms as though she wants to say something to me, so I reach up and hit the button to drop the window.
And promptly lowered the driver's side window.
Apparently I got a completely dumbfounded look on my face, because her smile got considerably bigger. I looked stupidly at the finger responsible for pushing the button, and used it to start raising the window again, blushing.
When the window was about halfway up, I remembered that she still wanted to talk to me, so I stopped raising, and looked up at her, smiling triumphantly at my incredible cerebral prowess. Proudly I reached over and hit the button to lower the window again.
And again lowered the driver's side window.
I actually screamed out loud. It was pretty downright humiliating. I finally looked at the buttons (and actually reached for the wrong button a third time - talk about conditioning!) and used the correct button to get the right window lowered.
"Hi!" I said, as brightly as I could.
"Is this the road that goes to Florence?" she asked through her tears of laughter.
"Yes, but not for about 40 miles," I reply.
"Thanks," she said, and drove off, because the light had turned green sometime during my floor show.
I digress.
Are you a labeler? Lots of people are, it seems. Constantly giving themselves labels and thus excuses for their behavior.
"I can't help eating that whole cake, my shrink says I'm depressed."
"I'm sick as a dog, so I can't work out."
"I'm in a bad mood, eating a bag of Oreos will help."
"I can't exercise, I'm tired."
The list can go on ad infinitum. I'm not saying these aren't valid problems. They are. However, they are NOT valid excuses for certain behaviors. All labeling yourself does is reinforce some particular belief you may have. I'm not gonna go so far as to say that I think changing your label will change you, but I certainly thinks it helps you on your way to wholeness. That's the biggest reason I refuse to define myself as a 'diabetic'.
On the workout front, I did a bunch of burpees and attempted some pullups. Very difficult but I got through it!
And promptly lowered the driver's side window.
Apparently I got a completely dumbfounded look on my face, because her smile got considerably bigger. I looked stupidly at the finger responsible for pushing the button, and used it to start raising the window again, blushing.
When the window was about halfway up, I remembered that she still wanted to talk to me, so I stopped raising, and looked up at her, smiling triumphantly at my incredible cerebral prowess. Proudly I reached over and hit the button to lower the window again.
And again lowered the driver's side window.
I actually screamed out loud. It was pretty downright humiliating. I finally looked at the buttons (and actually reached for the wrong button a third time - talk about conditioning!) and used the correct button to get the right window lowered.
"Hi!" I said, as brightly as I could.
"Is this the road that goes to Florence?" she asked through her tears of laughter.
"Yes, but not for about 40 miles," I reply.
"Thanks," she said, and drove off, because the light had turned green sometime during my floor show.
I digress.
Are you a labeler? Lots of people are, it seems. Constantly giving themselves labels and thus excuses for their behavior.
"I can't help eating that whole cake, my shrink says I'm depressed."
"I'm sick as a dog, so I can't work out."
"I'm in a bad mood, eating a bag of Oreos will help."
"I can't exercise, I'm tired."
The list can go on ad infinitum. I'm not saying these aren't valid problems. They are. However, they are NOT valid excuses for certain behaviors. All labeling yourself does is reinforce some particular belief you may have. I'm not gonna go so far as to say that I think changing your label will change you, but I certainly thinks it helps you on your way to wholeness. That's the biggest reason I refuse to define myself as a 'diabetic'.
On the workout front, I did a bunch of burpees and attempted some pullups. Very difficult but I got through it!