This started out as a very different post.
Initially, I was exercising my self-flagellation skills. I had a lousy week last week and wanted everyone to know it.
Then, about 250 words in, I realized something: No one wants to read this.
So I started over.
The Life Reset Button
You must understand, starting over represents a moral victory, for me.
My usual reaction to failure is not a healthy one: I get frustrated, decide that I can’t succeed, and quit.
I am not a good forward thinker. I am forever second-guessing my past decisions instead of planning new approaches. Lor refers to this phenomenon as “getting stuck.” I mentally chase my tail, trying to figure out what I did wrong, afraid to act again for fear of a second failure. So I end up not doing anything.
Well, that isn’t really the whole story. Actually, I used to think about my failure while over-eating comfort food and drinking beer. But, that isn’t really an option anymore, is it? Due to the whole “6-ounce stomach pouch” thing.
The hardest thing I am having to learn post-surgery is to let failures go.
If I have already blown it, I am no longer in a position to retrieve my failure. I have to accept it, try to learn from it, and do better next time. Just mash down that “reset” button, and head back the way I came, trying to figure out just where I went off the rails.
C.S Lewis said it best: “We all want progress, but if you’re on the wrong road, progress means doing an about-turn and walking back to the right road.”
So, what can I do in response to a week where I didn’t write, barely went to the gym, and made some pretty shaky dietary choices?
Nothing. Nada. Not a darn thing.
But, today is Monday. And today I can write my blog post, cook a healthy set of meals, and head back to the gym. And then I can set my sights on Tuesday.
It seems simplistic, but analyzing failure will only take you so far. At some point, you actually have to put yourself back in traffic and start doing again.
So, that is what I am going to do. No clever observations, no folksy words of wisdom today. Just get back on that horse and wait until the next time it throws me off. All I can hope for is that I go a little further before the next time I come crashing to the ground.
Our nutritionist, Patti, said it like this: “You are going to have good days and bad days. Just make sure that your good days outnumber the bad ones.”
Guess I need to start stringing together some good days, then. I am in a bit of a bad day deficit.
At Least I Lost A Pound Last Week,