Saturday, April 28, 2012
My best friend is an alcoholic. He's just recently gotten out of a court-mandated 6 month stint in an inpatient rehab, and he's now got 6 months and two weeks of sobriety. We've been talking a lot about addiction, his behaviors, and his recovery and he's always startled by how well I understand him. I should. Whether he's standing at line in the package store, or I'm standing in front of the open refrigerator door, we're both thinking the same thing:
What the hell am I doing? I don't want this. It's horrible for me. I vowed this morning that I would do the right thing, and here it is, 8 AM and I'm already blowing it. I'm going to hate myself for this. I ALREADY hate myself for this....But...This will be it. I'll be done after this. Tomorrow. I'll get this together tomorrow. Screw it. It doesn't matter. I want it. I want it RIGHT NOW. What's the difference, anyway?
And, just like that, he's in the bag, and I've polished off a super size meal and an entire box of oreos.
But last week, he said something to me that flipped the switch. I was still off the rails. Pretending to make changes. Attending meetings that I was too arrogant to listen to. "I KNOW all of this already. I KNOW what it takes to lose weight. I'm not like these people." He had some time on me and I asked him, "How are you doing this? How did you get this going and how do you stay on the path?" and he said:
I just do the next right thing.
It's so simple. I mean, it's all any of us have to do to succeed in any situation. Just do the next right thing. So I started. Right then, as I was on the phone with him, my hand was in a bag of Hershey Kisses. I was going through a bag, sometimes 2, a week. The right thing was to put the Kisses back on the shelf. So I did.
I've been doing the next right thing for a week, and I'm down 6 pounds. I feel fantastic.
He said to me today, "When my head hits the pillow at night now, I have no regrets. I feel good about the way I met each challenge."
So do I.