Monday, February 21, 2011
I have learned a lot in the past year or so and not all of it has to do with calories, exercise and weight loss. In my pre-Spark days the slightest set back would have given me justification to hole up with an array of bad foods and allow them to soothe my damaged ego. That doesnít happen anymore. I still have set backs, and misperceptions about this journey abound. I stopped counting how many times a day I get discouraged and just want to delete my account, but I donít. I donít give up. I consciously put one foot in front of the other and lift my head up and continue to do the things that have brought me success in the past. I smile because I know all of the icky sticky stuff that I have to deal with is just one more thing that helps me learn a bit more about being healthy.
I spent over eighteen hours in the car between early Friday morning and yesterday afternoon. I was and still am worn out. In a few minutes I have to leave to do some training and the rest of my week is just as full as today is. I didnít really get a chance to have fun at my momís surprise birthday party. I was too tired. It was good to see everyone, there was no real drama. I never got a chance to relax.
The inevitable occurred late Friday night and early Saturday morning. Any time I do not get enough rest or try to cram ten pounds of sugar in a five pound sack I have a massive anxiety attack. I woke up around midnight with that nasty little voice inside of me going ďWeíre Baaaaaaack!!Ē That little voice speaks for every fear, failure and set back I have ever had in my life or believe I am ever going to have in my life. Itís followed by the kind of sleep you have when you are exhausted. You wake up feeling whipped.
It was a bad weekend. Every time I turned around there was a carb or bag of sugar staring at me. In the ideal world I would have stuck my hand out and refused while munching on a carrot or two. I didnít gorge myself but I didnít really track what I ate either. I wish I had a week to recover from the last two days.
Iím not writing this to garner sympathy or even support. Iím writing this because if you are reading it you experience similar things. What I have learned is to keep moving forward no matter how strong the wind is blowing in your face. Donít give up!!! Donít ever give up. There are all kinds of setbacks and even massive failures but I have learned they make the victories that much sweeter to savor. There are a million success stories and as add executives are want to do they publish only the high lights of someoneís journey, the ďinspirational stuff.Ē Who wants to read about hard work and suffering?
Simply put you and I are heroes. We get out of bed every day, throw a plea towards the heavens and begin our lives. We deal with things on a daily basis that test our courage and resolve. What I have learned is to put one foot in front of the other and move forward.
There are no massive victories just small painful ones and I am learning that if I need to be inspired all I need to do is to go look in the mirror. A good week isnít when I lose five pounds; itís when I lose four ounces and get up the next day ready to start over and move one step closer towards my goals.
Yeah, it was a bad weekend, but I turn the page this morning, I move forward. Would you like to join me?