I find that starting anything is really simple; a whole new experience that you are excited to work on. Everything is novel and easy and fun and creative and exhilarating.
Fast forward a month later and the new experience has turned into a tedious task. The novel is now "War & Peace" instead of "Harry Potter", the easy is now excruciating, the fun is now tiresome and the creative is now stagnant.
That's my life on diets and weight loss plans. I'm a little firecracker in the beginning. I eat well, excercise, drink water, speak positively to myself and then, like the flip of a switch, one smal "misstep" happens and my whole outlook starts to change. And, instead of accepting the mistep and moving on, every new step turns into a battle over boulders and and crevices.
Then I tell myself to look at kids. Little kids fall on their faces so many times when they learn to walk or ride a bike or skate. They are totally in a horizontal "help me" position more than they are upright. Kids, though, despite how many times they fal,l usually keep on getting up and trying again. They don't let that one fall lead them to a path of no longer trying. They just simply get back up and even knowing they will fall a number more times before they get the hang of what they are doing.
This weekend I had a mistep. A "Christmas cookie" solo exchange party. Me myself and my cookies, frozen in my freezer. I could have threw in the towel, given up, got angry at myself, but I didn't. I accepted it, modified what I was eating the rest of day and moved a bit more.
I fell, pretty hard in my opinion, but I don't regret eating the cookies. I didn't regret it becasue I didn't let myself get all consumed by it. I moved on and moved forward and didn't talk down to me.
My first "ready, set, go....get back up of your duff and keep going moment." It's a small step, but I didn't fizzle. I flared!
On I go....
Jen