Who put that there

Once a week (at best) I stub my toe. Half awake, stumbling through my apartment like the Walking Dead waiting for the coffee to kick in. And always on the same damn stool in the same damn place as the week before. I bite my tongue so as to not awake the entire building with my impending ire while muttering under my breath, “who the hell put this here?”

Was it Sarah? She’s always moving stuff around.

Was it Bigsby? For a dog he’s quite industrious.

But I know who did it. This guy. Yet at the time it seems so much easier to blame someone else.

Our food choices can look a lot like my toe after a round with that bar stool. Nothing is broke but man it stings. Especially when we’ve been in this position 100x before.

So the next time you’re at the store and buying chips and cookies and ice cream think how it ends up. Telling yourself you’ll not eat any or just have one. Buying them for someone else. Or having friends over and ordering pizzas or going out for Mexican when you know that chips and guac and margs are your weakness. How do you think you’ll fare?

Most of our choices are made long before the moment we actually engage. We’ve chosen to go down that path whether it’s conscious or not. By not setting up obstacles we are more likely to have a smooth path.

So next time you end up in a situation, cursing whoever the hell it was that put that stool there, take a look in the mirror. You might just find the culprit. As for me, I’m gonna keep on blaming the dog.