I am on a mission to eliminate as many choices in my life as possible.

This may sound sacrilegious or counterintuitive because we have been taught to love our freedom, but I am on a most enlightened quest to redeem time.  Recently, I have stolen much of it, but being greedy, I need a little bit more.

It amazes me how much time I spend thinking about what I am going to eat and how quickly this mental wrestling match ends when I face the day with prepared meals.  The gap is ginormous. 

What I want to eat.  Where I want to eat.  Why I want to eat.  What it will cost. 

I ask myself those questions repeatedly.  Time and time again.

I question my taste buds what they think?  Not to mention, I avoid visualizing what my ass will look like when it increases a few inches in circumference.

We are surrounded with too many choices.  Seemingly unlimited option.  Endless possibilities. 

And it’s all just a bunch of wasted time.

This morning I woke up at 4:02 am.  I had my breakfast replacement shake.  I packed my second breakfast for later, consisting of oatmeal and four eggs. 

For lunch, I brought a container of canned tuna, along with some cherry tomatoes, not to mention a banana and a peach.

At 2 o’clock, on my way home, I intend to eat a protein bar. 

Somewhere in between, throughout the day, I will have a coffee, perhaps two, and maybe a tea or two as well.  My throat is a bit horse, and will definitely help.

My dinner was made yesterday, so there is no need to think about that either. 

My last meal will be at 8:00 pm, when the kids are in bed, and will consist of a little more oatmeal, and a couple of eggs for good measure.

That’s it. 


No choices.  Everything is set and made.

It is my first day back to work after a glorious working summer.  Meals are preplanned.  They are prepared.  Decisions have been made. 

I am now free to think and engage in other matters.

True freedom. 

A different kind of freedom.

This may not seem like much, but I used to spend an unbelievable amount of time every day, debating what I wanted to eat for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.  I enslaved my thoughts to savouring meals and fought an all-consuming battle with myself, deciding the perfect and most pleasing choices.

It wasn’t just about food.  My mood and sense of being was deeply connected to those choices.  If I had a tasty meal, I felt great.  On many occasions when I ate too much, or felt guilty about eating out so much, I descended into self-pity and ran away from what needed to be done.

Less is more.

I have eliminated what I eat.  I prepare.

I eliminated the choice of when to wake up.  4:02 am. 

I no longer search a moment when I can work out.  I weight train each morning, like I’m going out to dig ditches.  It doesn’t matter how I feel.  What the scale says.  Or what else I could be doing at that moment. 

I have also decided there is no writer’s block.  You either write, or you do not write.  In the end, you either produce good work, or not so good work.

I have made a commitment to myself. 

I am breaking the bonds of choices.

I hope you will do the same.