LOSING CONTROL...

“I did that?” “I said what!!?” “No way I could have said that!” (Your word against theirs... but truth is, you ca't quite remember)
Why would I want to lose my sanity for even an instant? Why would I want to be temporarily mad? Why would I want to lose control of my self and senses?

Drinking to get drunk is not an “ability”. It is a disability, or at best an inability to be in control of one’s self and discipline.  I have seen where men boast about their ability to “hold their drink”. Some consider such in terms of cans and bottles consumed. Some in terms of man-hours spent drinking. Waste. No matter how you look at it… it is wasteful!

The inability to watch or control what goes into the mouth is exactly the same! Whenever I add weight I find that the root cause is in the lack of discipline and “reigning myself in”. It is in the “willful” deciding to have small chops at 10.00 p.m at a party. Or in deciding to finish off that chocolate bar before you sleep. It is in the steady arm “press-up” from pack (of whatever) to mouth. Sometimes, it is popcorn, chinchin, chips or sweets. Mindless eating. Like mindless drinking… reaching for the 4^th bottle of champagne.

Satisfying one’s urge to drink and get drunk is not a luxury, it is an absurdity when a conscious man allows his weaker side supersede, or even worse when he makes excuses for it! I believe that we are on the mend when we admit first that there is a problem. It is called, “telling yourself the truth”. You sit yourself down and agree that there must be a problem with you if you are consistently losing yourself to your “urges”. Maturity and adulthood demand that excessiveness is curtailed. When we were young, certain thoughts and acts were permissible and could be overlooked but as we age they become pretty disgusting and unacceptable.

Then there is the effect on the children! The reason I get up everyday and try again to lose some kilos is because I would love to be a mother that my children are proud to show off. Like, why not? Rather than them be at the butt of “your Mama’s so fat…” jokes, can they perhaps be the, “Your mom’s so cool…” kinda kids? I work hard at this weight predominantly for that reason. “Your Dad’s never drunk. He is not like the others!” “I like the way your Dad leaves the party before things get long and boring…leaving only the uncles that want to get drunk before they go home!” Some of the comments I have heard from the children are even more judgmental.

Can we all be role models? Perhaps not. But can we all strive to be? Yes I think so. Frankly that is the true show of love. The choice to sacrifice for our children and the young ones looking at us, not to let ourselves be motivated by our base urges but rather by the greater good. That puffpuff may look like a harmless bun, but that deep-fried demon can only be rid after 30 mins on the treadmill, so why pop it in the mouth? That last glass of champagne “for the road” may well be the one that kills the hope the child had that her Dad, or Mom is different.

And on top of all that… It piles on the calories!