Since I am old, or so my grandson says, I have had my share of falls - in every stage from teenage angst and puppy love to adult choices like education, marriage and divorce. I have to say the map is so obvious from this viewpoint! But back there - in my twenty's and thirty's and forty's and fifty's - the trek was uphill, the curves were often hidden and the signs that said "Falling Hazard - Slow Down!" just didn't jump out at me until I was looking back over my shoulder. By that time the embarrassment or pain or sheer terror had taken hold and the lesson needed to be learned.
Well, here I am - in a fabulous relationship with 60 lbs gone - but wait, I just found 15 of them hiding behind the Christmas chocolate boxes in the office - well five or so anyway. The other ten kind of latched on to me in tiny ounces sort of like little leeches or sticky burrs - barely noticeable until you pile ten of them in one place - on my gut! Disgusted - you bet! Angry - yeah, a little. Frustrated - BIG TIME! Lesson time - sigh - yes.
It comes down to choices - my choices. I can go on with this pity party a little longer, pining for what I can't have and scoffing poor substitutions down after midnight like it doesn't count in the dark or I can take charge and find another path to my dream. Get serious about practicing meditation, yoga, and just plain walking - yes, practice. Even the walking - fitting it into my schedule again, driving myself out into the cold, crisp winter air to crunch through a winter landscape of ice and snow. It is time to choose to NOT do it alone; to quit isolating and start sharing - with you, my friends and family, and back to the Weight Watcher community. Time to choose a new eating plan - make a choice. After all, it is my dream!