It is a poor idea to lie to yourself.

Mmmmm, but do we do it?  Of course we do; everybody does.  It's so much better to munch away on comforting slice after slice of decadent cake and convince yourself that there's nutritional value to be had rather than admit it's a horrid kilo-loader.  But those hips don't lie, and sure enough the repercussions of that overindulgence will punch its fleshy little reminders before long. And then there are those ego boosting mumbo jumbo moments that we sometimes sell ourselves.  You know, the "Wow, I think I can hit a home run and speed around the diamond in double quick time"; when you actually hopelessly unfit and the likelihood of it happening is probably second to none.  Is it healthy to kid yourself into thinking that maybe, just maybe, you could do the impossible.  Why not, I say.  What's the worst that can happen?  Hell, you may even pull it off.  So a little bit of lying is okay, it could yet be the motivator to more than we think ourselves capable of.  Maybe what's key is keeping reality in check over the imagined. In other words don't make denial your reality.  That would just place you in a somewhat lonely and derisive world. And who needs that, right?!