When I was a kid, we had these cool toys - a weighted, blowup clown about 3 feet tall. You would punch him in the face, he would fall over backwards and then pop back up still with that silly smile on his face.
This describes me to a tee. I run through life, full on with my arms back, running into the wind. On occasion I will hit a wall. It always surprises me and knocks me over - flat on my back. But I pop back up, still with the stupid smile on my face and do it all over again.
The same goes for Weebles. Weebles wobble but they don't fall down. I am either too focused (or too stupid) to quit. This goes for my weight loss journey as well as everything else. I keep going and going. If one thing doesn't work, I change it. Try something else. I give it a specific amount of time and if it doesn't work, I change it. If I get bored, I change it. If I stop liking it, I change it. But I never quit. I wobble.... often.... but I never fall down. Or at least not for long. I pop back up with a dumb smile on my face and keep going.
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