Last night I wrote a post that called “Am I Really Saying This Again? that should have been called “I’m Going To Keep Saying This.” The truth is that it doesn’t matter that I fall as long as I keep getting up.
Believe me, I would love to lose weight at the speed I lost for so long, and I would guess I will again at some point. But I’m actively taking control of my life, and I’ve been doing that for well over a year. And if I have to remind myself to do so daily then so be it.
Deb left a comment on yesterday’s post that touched me to the core, and I’d like to share it. Comments like the one she left yesterday truly are the best part of blogging. To know that someone understands precisely what you’re going through is comforting. She is wise and compassionate so if you don’t read her blog start today.
Here’s what she said…
You know, sometimes it DOES seem as though the food struggles go away. It does. There are those strong seasons in which saying no to food is just a decision–not a struggle. And a decision we carry out with success. The strong days. Those are the days when we look at other people’s struggles and sympathize, but are glad we’ve found the secret and hope they find it, too. We found what clicks. The right food combination, the right habits, the right mindset. Then somehow, what worked isn’t working. The clicks we were so confident in aren’t clicking. Something happened, usually something emotional/mental. Sometimes it’s obvious, sometimes we have to figure out what set us off. But as we look out from under a bad food choice, dazed and confused, we realize that we need to get back on track. We make the decisions we made before, the choices we made before, the battle plan we made before–that all worked. Only now they don’t. So we decide again. And again. And again. And, sometimes, panic threatens. We blog and express our fear and frustration. Some commenters are in that strong place–that place that they think is permanent because they did the right things–and they give advice or lectures. Others are where we are, or remember when they were, and offer compassion and hope. Eventually, as we determinedly do not give up–that strong place appears again and we stand in it. This time, there will be no haughty confidence that tells us and everyone else that we’ve got it down. This time we know that we’re standing in Grace, a grace we cooperate with, but do not create. And we hold on tight, with gratitude and relief. The moral of my story? Recognize that this is a cycle that every dieter goes through. Never give up. Search out your emotional issues and the lies those issues are whispering in your ear–and tell yourself the truth, instead. Keep deciding and doing that next right thing–no matter how many times you falter. Expect grace to appear, putting that strong place under your next right step. We’re going to keep doing this thing, Kenz. We’re going to grap hold of what’s true and we’re going to get back to a strong footing. I’m praying for us to find what clicks for us now and for us to come to that strong place–again.
I’m praying that I find what clicks too Deb. And I think most of us are or have at some point. Thank you for being a friend and supporter on this journey.
Do you experience periods of care-free healthy living? Is it a constant struggle for you? How do you work it out each day?
And just because I love this little girl and this picture, I’m sharing it. =) I love my sweet niece! =)