Diane

Funny thing about that proverbial wagon, it never moves on without me.  Take this week, for example.  Coming off an 8 pound loss last week I jumped off that wagon with both feet into the River of Self Pity.  My kids were sick, my husband was sick and just went back to work today.  I was sick, but since I’m Mom, that really is irrevelant.  I worked out on Sunday and Monday then ate like there was going to be a famine on Tuesday and into Wednesday.  No exercise.  I told myself it was because of wheezing, but the reality is, I didn’t want to exercise. 

The whole time that wagon was sitting on the bridge where I’d jumped from.   Not going to drive itself, but the longer I let it sit there, the more work it’s going to take to get it in shape.  Okay, enough of the metaphor. 

So this morning, depsite being sick to my stomach because of a migraine, I exercised.  I stopped feeling sorry for myself and recommited myself to being healthy.  I will no doubt have a some more pitstops along the way, but I have found no joy in my latest detour nor the the one before this or the one before that. 

As Helen Keller once said: Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.  There is nothing daring about the familiar.  So each morning I’m daring myself to move forward, to find the joy of life and to live each day with a forward direction, challenging myself to be more than I am.  It is a beautiful day today and I plan to live it not merely exist in it.

I hope that you all have a wonderful Thursday.