Or "Why Are Bad Things So Much Easier To Get Into Than Out Of?"
This morning after I weighed in (yuck), I was thinking of what to write today and, at the same time, I was listening to the President talk about how he plans to get us out of Iraq. A thought became very clear to me as I listened to his timetable and remembered his strong opposition to this horrible war: he wants the bad stuff to be over very much, but it can't happen in a day.
Of course, this reminded me of my current struggle to get back on the wagon as far as what I put in my mouth. I want this period of fatitude to be over very much, but it can't happen in a day. However, I have to start somewhere...and that's where President O is doing better than me. He's starting. I'm struggling.
It also occurred to me during the speech that it was oh-so-easy for our last administration to dive into this horrible war. No one stopped them. They had no shame. They wanted it and they got it. And we got the consequences.
This is very similar to the gain I've had over the past couple of months -- it was oh-so-easy for me to fall back into bad eating and drinking habits. No one stopped me (including me...the only one who CAN). I did (and do) have shame, but I wanted all that stuff I put in my mouth and I got it. And I got the consequences.
It seems like the war started very fast. So did my fall. And we were in deep. I was too. Now the country is faced with how to extricate itself from this abyss. And I'm faced with how to extricate myself from mine. Like going to war, gaining back the weight happened so much faster than taking it off will.
So...this is my own private war. And I have got to find the resolve to finish it.
Not sure if I've communicated my metaphor very well here, but this is what resonated with me today on the micro- and macro-levels.
I got back to better eating and all my usual exercise this week...and it did not make ANY difference. My weight this morning was virtually the same as last week when I ate like a pig and didn't exercise at all. What is that about?! IT SUCKS. Hard not to fall into hopeless-land with these facts...
DB has been gone in Nearby Town this week and that is never fun. He is coming back today (a day early -- yay! -- because 4 of his 5 sibs are up there right now) and I couldn't be happier. Well, I could be...if I felt skinnier which, of course, equals sexier in my head...
Tomorrow I am joining a new gym (I can't afford my old one anymore...went for the last time last night), then we are going to a performance by a friend who is a musician. Sunday I'm hopefully going to try to...rollerblade!! My assistant has been rollerblading to and from work lately and loving it and she has lost a noticeable amount of weight (she's 27, of course, but...). Yesterday she convinced me to try on her rollerblades and I agreed just to show her that I couldn't, NO WAY, even stand up in them. Surprise, surprise...I could! And I could get around without falling...on carpet. I think I'm ready to try something a little more roll-y. If I could find some exercise that I can do and LOVE (like yoga -- which I still can't do right now), that would be SO great. And where I live is PERFECT for rollerblading. But we'll see...
Wish me luck!! :-)