I remember the term “guilt gut” as the feeling you get in your stomach when you knew that you did something wrong.
Tonight was going to be a ride day. Turns out, I get stuck in traffic on the way home from work. It took about 3 times as long as usual. So I get home and I’m a little stressed and tired. Mrs. Stallion suggests riding tomorrow and going out for dinner.
The combination of being a good husband and lack of discipline made the decision for me. So of course, I could do the right thing health-wise and get a satisfying light meal. I do the exact opposite; an Italian Mix sub. At least I was able to resist the temptation for dessert.
The feeling afterward was that of Guilt Gut. In a literal sense, I felt very full. This was a big, big sandwich eaten with a 20 ounce soda. In a figurative sense, I felt terrible for the 180 degree turn my evening took. Instead of exercise and oatmeal, I ate an unhealthy dinner and watched TV.
There have been times like this in the past. Most of the time I don’t learn from it. Sometimes, however, the light goes on and discipline returns. I want that to happen this time. I hate the guilty feeling because I know what I did was wrong.