Part of the lure of so-called reality TV shows is the fun of imagining how we would act if we faced the contest challenges. (I’m not using the royal we here; I’m pretty sure I speak for more than myself.)
“If I were on that island, I’d absolutely eat that cup of ground-up bugs!”
“Jumping off this building will get me around the world faster? Hook me up!”
“Put me in a room full of candy bars and pizza, and I wouldn’t even touch ‘em.”
Hit the brakes.
What was that?
If I were on a reality TV show, and my object was to overcome the temptation of favorite foods which I didn’t really need, I’d have the strength to pass ‘em up?
“Well now, Missy,” I say to myself, “you happen to be not on a reality TV show, but in actual reality. Every day you get to put your sanctimonious self through the temptation. How’s that been going for you?“
Thanks to that little epiphany of yesterday, I’ve got finally some success under my belt! (Go ahead, applaud!) Tired from potty training my youngest, then listening to first day of school news, then going to a meeting, rather than drown my fatigue in sugary comfort, I simply felt the fatigue. After dinner, when I had to buy more school supplies, I pictured the store's candy aisle as the temptation room on The Biggest Loser. And at the end of the day, when I was plum tuckered out, on the couch and thinking of food, I pictured myself in TBL’s temptation room again. “If I was on the show, I wouldn’t eat it.”
My strength isn’t confined to a rectangular screen of moving images. My strength lives within me. I just needed to learn how to tap into it.