Boy, it's been a long time! I just saw the date of my last blog. I was already about a week into one of the craziest ideas of my life.
Weight loss and major life changes are seismic shifts, I have discovered. There is an incredible interconnectedness when one decides to change. Both bring a certain tenacity and a certain inventiveness to the approach of how to answer the question, "What next?"
And don't forget, of course, the people in the outer rings of your life who are very quick to tell you that you are completely out of your mind. That last, is not only in regard to weight loss. It's also in regard to what you propose to do to change the world. Lately, I have been following people who have charted a trajectory for themselves not unlike what I am attempting to do. Every conventional indicator says that they should have failed. No one has done it the way that they chose to do it. The fact that they did succeed, has created new courses in the Wharton School of Business. I laugh wholeheartedly at that notion.
Here is one I particularly love: the story of Sara Blakely of Spanx renown. If you don't know Sara's story, here's a little background for you in case you were sleeping under a rock. I say that because two years ago, Forbes declared her the youngest self-made billionaire (yes, that is with a "b"). Sara was a door-to-door fax machine saleswoman for a stationery firm, making $11,000 a year plus commissions, and had no business background whatsoever, when lightning struck. Long story short she had this idea to invent footless pantyhose. I'm of an age that I do not relate to this generation's notion of footless pantyhose, but that is another story. What is so inspiring is, she had to fail the law school entrance exam twice to realize that this was not to be her path. The cynics out there would say it was Oprah who made Spanx happen. Not true. She finagled Neiman Marcus to take her first order, and subsequently Nordstrom's followed even before Oprah was on the horizon declaring Spanx a "Favorite Thing."
Here's Sara telling her story at The Edge Connection in Atlanta:
Okay. Here's the thing (and Sara mentions this too): There are people who are put on this earth, heaven knows why, that have made it their job to squelch your dreams. It gives them some unknown satisfaction. My last encounter with this "type" was on Sunday last at my niece's wedding. My cousin's wife said as she was leaving, in her goodbyes that whatever I was planning, "Shouldn't you be retiring?" I just noted nonchalantly, that I was just continuing my work in the hospital. I was not going to get suckered into letting her know what I am working on.
Now, here's the secret (come close, and I'll whisper it in your ear): when you endeavor to take on herculean tasks, whether it be weight loss or some new commercial idea, or something else that has meaning to you, the only person you need to answer to is yourself. Let no one derail you from your goals. You define you, no one else.
So, whether it is "life", or weight, you captain the ship. And you make it happen.
Happy Thanksgiving all. Be safe.