Physical Intelligence - Day 63

It turns out that the gluttonous food at the center of what should be called a weapon of mass dietary-destruction was ice-cream.  Not just ice-cream but a chocolate coated stick with a soft white middle and lots of crunch sprinkles in the chocolate.  If I could kid myself that this was just a case of one-and-done and that this should be treated as a "reward" thing, then I am really kidding myself.  One was not enough, I just kept on returning to the scene of the crime and ironically it was my own millennial children who formed a guard around the fridge.

"No Dad, Don't Do it"

Is one of the words I remember my kids saying, despite my Godzilla kind of approach to need more of this cold-chocolatey and delicious finger licking stuff.  An intervention from the kids is actually a cool acknowledgement that they know I have begun doing the right things in terms of physical fitness and they genuinely wanted to support me, except the creation of a barrier only made the eventual conquest of stealth methods to get to the ice-cream a new challenge.  That even included reassuring my kids "Yes, yes, you are right, thank you for looking out for me", and when they felt pleased, the inner choc-demon in me thought "suckers!".

So now the first raids on the fridge when the coast was clear was just simply that which should ashamedly be called gluttony but the latter raids were a guilty pleasure.  Yes there is a correlation between guilt and comfort food but now any type of excuse was a good excuse.

Even watching this comfort food video triggered another excuse to view what remains in the fridge as this mornings breakfast, but since I wrote this buzz before I partake in breakfast, the discipline has returned and resistance is not futile, I had my moment.  Indeed listening to a computerized definition of "comfort food" is enough to induce reverse-depression, where the message is delivered in such droll way that one has no other desire than to take the higher ground.  Yet despite the statement that I have this issue licked, the reality is that there is a unfinished business waiting in the fridge.

Now, that it was the kids who purchased all of this and in great volume should be something I should note, because they definitely were not thinking about buying this for me, so perhaps I can play the blame game and point my fingers at them for allowing such tastiness to enter the house in the first place, or that they underestimated my cunning surrender when they have seen that play many times in the past, so it is a surprise that this move still works - but at the end of the day the physical intelligence here is the meaning I attach to the world discipline.

Instead of focusing on the meaning of discipline, I feel it would be good for me to watch another one of those video's that attempt to feature a millennial - this one features a fitness model talking about gluttony.  It had zero views when I watched it, so not even millennials are watching this one, but that may have more to do with the underlying fact that the youtube channel is called Earthbook TV, which is just the kind title a boomer would think up and the rest of the video's in this channel feature crusty-old boomers.