Last weekend I was away from my box, away from my CrossFit community. I was free.
Free to eat all the junk I’ve been avoiding. I didnt go away with the intention of eating bad food, quite the opposite. I was ready to eat clean, or at least I thought I was. When I left I felt free to enjoy some allotment of dessert or other rare goodie, but for the most part I wanted to stay true to what I knew was right and good.
I get this feeling of freedom every once in a while. When I’m at home, when I’m working and getting my regular dose of CrossFit, staying on the Paleo reservation is fairly easy. It’s when I leave the community and step into a more relaxed space that I find it extremely difficult to stay true to what I know to be better. I get drawn in by the freedom to be just like everyone around me, eating food I’m not proud of.
My downfall isn’t thinking I deserved a vacation treat, it’s creating an illusion. A sweetly spring in a dry desert that says being away from my box is somehow different than being at home. In truth, we are no more “free” a few hundred miles away than we are in our own kitchens.
Last weekend showed me that I haven’t won my battle with food. That when no one’s watching, when I’m on vacation, I think I can get away with it, that I deserve a treat based on location. But freedom isn’t free. It’s my choice wherever I may be. That my environment, no matter who’s there or how comfortable it is, can’t beat me and who I know I can be unless I chose to let it.
By: Ryan Vest
EMOTM for 10 Minutes
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