Okay, okay, okay. So nobody’s perfect. So I failed again. First thing this morning, I ate a small piece of chocolate cake with extra chocolate frosting on it. I didn’t like it, and heaven knows I didn’t need it, but I stuffed it in anyway. Fast as I could. I’m tired of hating myself, so I must master my mouth.
One little bite of cake this morning will make no difference in my weight, only in my emotional outlook. It won’t make me any fatter, but watch out—that one little piece of cake, early in the morning, is the green light to go ahead and eat garbage all day. I already blew it, right? So I’ll splurge just this “one last day.” These ten pounds I’ve gained back are gruesome. Worse than being physically obvious, they are emotionally devastating. A simple five-pounds loss will relieve my anxiety attack!
No one said life was going to be easy. Controlling any bad habit or compulsion is a lifelong pursuit. Getting started is often the hardest part, but staying power is also essential. I suffered from a false sense of security. I was sure I would never fail, never go off my diet. Ha! Everyone is capable of certain crazy and irrational actions. The secret is that we all must learn to endure to the end.
No matter how well you start out in any endeavor, if you stop short, you fail! I’m not stopping short. I’ve strayed and messed up, but I’m not through yet. I’ll fail only if I quit trying.