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Definition of Lazy

People keep telling me to stop beating myself up, to stop putting myself down, to stop saying I’m being lazy…

They keep telling me to be kind to myself, to look at how far I’ve come, to not give up…

I agree with all those statements, and I certainly appreciate everyone’s input and concern.

You shouldn’t beat yourself up. You shouldn’t call yourself names. You should be kind to yourself. And you should not give up on your goals. I agree.

But I honestly don’t understand how me calling myself out for not getting the work done that I should’ve completed and for saying that my actions are lazy isn’t me being kind to myself. Sometimes the truth hurts. Sometimes a pat on the back and a “Good try” just doesn’t cut it. If I constantly excuse my behavior, how am I going to improve? Because if I excuse it, I’m just enabling myself to do it again. I’m not giving myself the chance to learn from it and do better.

Saying that I’m being lazy is just the truth. I’m not being mean to myself.

The definition of lazy is this: unwilling to work or use energy / characterized by lack of effort or activity / showing a lack of effort or care / slow-moving

Synonyms of lazy include: idle, slothful, negligent, inactive, sluggish, lethargic

I set a goal. I failed a goal. I realized my goal wasn’t going to work so I decided to at least finish out the goal as best as possible. But I haven’t been giving it my best. I’d been showing a lack of effort and care. So if I don’t start doing my best, I’m going to fail. The definition of to fail is this: to be unsuccessful in achieving one’s goal.

I’m not even concerned about me not meeting my ‘under 200 by September 1st’ goal. I’m concerned with the fact that I’m not trying and doing my personal best. There’s a difference. I quickly realized that losing a pound a day wasn’t going to happen. That’s not the problem here.

I think it’s time to stop with the sugar coating, honestly. I’m not being mean to myself. I’m not putting myself down.

If I tried my hardest and truly did everything I could do and still didn’t meet my goal, that’s one thing. But if I didn’t meet my goal because I chose to sit on my butt and watch TV instead or because I knowingly and willingly slacked on my healthy eating, then I have no one to blame but myself.

Yes, I know that I’m only human and that I make mistakes. Yes, I know that calling myself names isn’t healthy. But I’m not calling myself names. I’m not saying “Laura, you’re such a lazy fat-ass who hasn’t accomplished anything. You suck!”

Calling myself out on being lazy and not reaching my goals is me owning up to my mistakes and naming them so I have a better chance at not doing them again.

Me calling my actions lazy and me failing to do my best is just the truth.

Maybe you don’t like those words. Maybe they both do have negative connotations in our society. But just relying solely on the definitions of these words here, I have indeed failed because I was lazy half of the time.

To me, at least, there’s no difference in saying “I failed because I was lazy” and in saying “I didn’t reach my goal because I wasn’t active enough with my workouts and diligent enough with my healthy eating.”

They both mean the same thing to me, and they both have the same outcomes to me. The second one is more specific, but it’s just a nicer, more sugar-coated way of saying the first.

I don’t hate myself. I love me. And I am committed to losing weight and being healthy and happy, and in a lot of ways I am healthy and happy already. And I know i’m going to do it. But I’m done sugar-coating things. I will be proud of myself when I know I gave it my all, but if I don’t do my best then I’m not going to be satisfied. It’s not like I’m saying, “I’m disappointed in myself even though I tried my hardest but failed anyway because I was lazy.”

And there are certainly times I am proud of myself. I’m proud of myself today because I know I did everything I could today to be happy and healthy. I’m drinking my water, I’m eating healthy, and I let myself workout hard enough.

I’m not mad at myself. I’m not beating myself up. I just refuse to be proud of myself when I didn’t try my best. I don’t expect to be perfect. I’m not even trying to be perfect. I don’t want to be perfect.

I am a positive but realistic person, at least I try to be. I can still be positive while calling my actions lazy. Maybe others don’t see it that way? I don’t know. All I know is I understand what I’m saying, and for the first time in my life, all I want is to do my best, not to break all the records and be perfect. I just want to do my best. And that’s what I’m trying to do. But not doing my best day after day is getting tiring.

So there’s the end of my rant. I sincerely appreciate everyone’s comments and concern for me. But I am doing fine. Don’t be worried that I’m saying I’m being lazy. It’s coming from a place of love and honestly I’m just choosing to use words that society has deemed “harmful” … but I don’t take it that way.

I think we can all agree that it’s important to do your best and give it your best shot. That’s all we can do, and that’s all I’m trying to do. 🙂


Doughnuts & My Poor, Neglected Elliptical

It’s 11:30 am.  I’m sitting on the couch in my pajamas.  I can see my elliptical from the corner of my eye.  Unused.

It’s been a week now, and I haven’t exercised, which sucks even more considering I didn’t work much this week and actually had a huge amount of time to workout.  But I was lazy.

And I’ve eaten really bad this week, too.  Not bad enough to gain a lot of weight, but definitely bad enough to make me feel like crap.  I had Domino’s pizza – a medium – all by myself over the course of two meals.  Granted, it didn’t have cheese on it, but still.  And I had 2 cream sodas, which I never really drink.  And I also had a 10inch hoagie (no mayo or cheese, but still).  And a lot of Lay’s potato chips.  Oh, and let’s not forget the 3 1/2 doughnuts I had in one sitting.  I feel so gross.

It’s so easy to do sometimes.  A few posts back, I was talking about how getting out of my routine ruins me.

Well, consider me ruined.

Or maybe not ruined, but almost ruined.  I guess I am still in control of whether or not I’m ruined.

Funny thing is, I went on a road trip last weekend, and I even wrote a post about how I was going to eat healthy.  And it worked!  I actually ate great over the weekend.  It was just the coming home part that messed me up.

Sometimes it’s easy to look at your goals and want to quit.  They seem so far away, and you seem so out of it.  But the longer you look at your goals and do nothing, the further away they become.  And the further away they become, the more of a failure you think you are.  And the more of a failure you think you are, the easier it is to give up on your goals, because after all, they just seem so far away.  It’s a nasty cycle.

So I have a decision to make:  Stay comfy in my pajamas but feel like a failure.  OR.  Get my butt up, put on some yoga pants and work up a sweat and lessen the gap between me and my far-away goals….

I choose feeling good about myself.  I choose health.  I choose sweat.  I choose strength.

And besides, my yoga pants are much more comfy than my pajamas anyway.