Sunday, February 28, 2010
Our “rock bottom” moments
I have heard from tons of people already about my new adventure, publicly via this blog and Facebook, and through private messages. And one thing is already clear: We are all human with very human struggles and a deep desire to better ourselves.
We are also looking for a good kick in the pants to get us moving.
Take this comment:
“I could write a book about things my children have said to me (unintentionally) that SHOULD have been my rock bottom moments. Each time that happened, I promised myself I would start the next day. And then the next day. And then after the weekend … “
I can’t even count the moments that should have been THE final straw for me when it comes to weight loss. Many happened so long ago that I’ve been able to successfully repress the memories.
Others are pretty fresh:
The broken chair.
The seatbelt in the van not fitting.
Avoiding amusement parks because I know I won’t fit on the rides.
Having to ask for a seatbelt extender on a recent flight home.
Stuffing the seatbelt under my shirt on the next leg of the flight because I couldn’t bear to ask for a seatbelt extender again.
The 4-year-old who looked at me and said, “You’re fat!”
Each time, what should have been motivation turned to just another reason to hate myself, and in turn, to eat everything in sight.
Am I depressed because I’m fat, or fat because I’m depressed?
Who cares. I’m so sick of trying to figure that out. So sick of the excuses.
I saw this on a Facebook post today: “Imperfect action is better than perfect inaction.” -- Harry Truman
Isn’t that the truth? I’m gonna flub up. I promise you I won’t be perfect.
But I also promise that from now on, I’m gonna dust myself off and get right back up and keep going after every fall.
A good friend once told me, “There is no dress rehearsal for life. You don’t get any second chances to do this all again someday.”
What are we waiting for?