Just Say No
Now and then, it is good to say “no”.
To snacks and sweets, all-night boozing and daily red wine. To beef and fried chicken. To skipping the gym, taking the car, riding the elevator instead of climbing the stairs.
Sometimes, it’s good to decline a second helping; bad to do whatever the fuck you want.
Sometimes, it’s good to set yourself a curfew, and stick to it. Good to boss yourself around, lay down stern ground rules and abide by them…at least for awhile.
It’s good to tell yourself “no”, despite what your heart, your head or your belly wants. Because your heart, head and belly are a heavy metal band–they want it all, and they want it now.
My dad told me burnt toast puts hair on your chest. Restraint does this too. I don’t think I want any short curlies, but I wouldn’t mind a little toughness. The “no” makes you a better person, reminds you that it’s not all about you, about pleasure, about getting this or that. Sometimes, it’s about curbing your appetite for everything under the sun.
Today, I am cutting myself off from my worst habit of all:
I like to tell myself I’m a half-size too small. That I lived in someone’s shadow, that I could never be that tall. Today, I am saying “for fuck’s sake, that’s enough!” to believing I’m a tiny creature who measures her character against another and comes up short.
And…I am not going to slip back down the slope to indulgence when Lent wraps up in April. This time, I am sticking with “no”.