Monday, February 11, 2013
All day, every day, I'm facing choices. They seem like easy basic things; decisions that are so trivial so as not to require a moment's thought. But that's far from the truth. If it were so easy, I could make the correct choices more of the time.
Get on the elliptical or check email?
Bagel or oatmeal?
Pizza or salad with grilled chicken?
These choices quickly add up. Am I getting closer to goal?
Moment to moment, I forget the long term goal. I'm cold and tired and cranky; I want the pizza. I saw a drop in the scale so I feel good; I don't need the pizza. And so on.
These seem small, but every one of them is a huge battle to me. Every time I make the healthier choice, I feel like I'm won a victory or scaled a mountain.
It's only been about six weeks, but I'm hoping that some day - some day soon - it won't feel like I'm constantly at war with myself. When will this get easier?