September is here!
My mountain is still here, as well. Looming large, rough paths, a steep cliff on one side, gentler slope on the other. Rocks, verses path and brush. Untraveled by few, on one side, against another path, attempted by many.
Some people just sit below or at a distance looking at the mountain. Others try and get part way, before either camping in one spot and staying awhile, or going back down to the bottom. A trek for another day, on the gentle slope.
Some plod along and make it. Pacing themselves, but always moving.
Such it is with weight loss.
The rough side, finds the super go getter's. Most unafraid and willing to take the risks.
They have the right tools, carefully placing there feet and hands in nooks and crannies, while keeping there eye on the top, just imagining the view, they will get, and the feeling of triumph.
Then there are those that are afraid, but willing to do it anyway. Facing fears, the view is even more spectacular, I would imagine.
So on MY mountain, I see hope on the side of the mountain I must move. Yes move.
I have been stuck in the 160's for awhile now. For some reason content to camp at this place, without really having a plan to keep going forward. Or if I do, losing that plan in the mountain breeze.
I can look down to the beginning of my climb and remember higher weights
Far to long I have been sitting by the fire and eating my smores while contemplating my next move.
Sure I have ventured out on small day trips, here and there, but for the long haul? No. Not really.
Well, colder weather will be heading in, before you know it and although I love the snow, I do not wish to still be in my campsite, when it arrives.
Moving my mountain...actually myself, is what needs to happen and now.
Hope is always there on the mountainside, if you look for it, If you feel it.
It is carved deep, but seen by many.
I can climb up it, I can go around it, or I can go through it. The decision is mine, but the end result will be the same, just different time frames.
I will have let the mountain MOVE ME!
My mind is set and with August past, I have spent my last night at this campsite.
The sun is coming up and the tall shadows are giving way to paths that are calling me.
Which one will I take?
OK. I am scared. I am taking the rough one.... at least for me. The gentle side only worked awhile for me. Don't get me wrong. I am grateful for my 9 pounds lost, while traveling the path well laid. It just got too comfortable for me.
I am getting out of my comfort zone now, for I so want to see that view .
I have found hope on the side of my mountain and I am going great places.
September, here I am!