I wrote this post a couple days ago, and hesitated about publishing it. After all, this blog isn’t about me per se-it’s about living a healthy, happy, fit gluten free life-and I didn’t want to sound like I was whining I decided to put it out there. I hope you enjoy it, and if you do, please share your thoughts and experiences in the comments.
Today, I feel fragile. Brittle.
As some of you know, I am preparing for a fitness competition. It’s coming up quickly now-in 18 days to be exact from the day I am writing this. It is my choice to compete, my choice to go through the things that are necessary to achieve that level of athleticism. No one makes me diet the way I do, or train the way I do. It is my choice, and a choice that I
embrace. I embrace the challenge, and the accomplishment. I am training and dieting smartly, not jeopardizing my future health, and I am fortunate to have a wonderful support system in my coach, friends and family. And yet, some days I feel fragile.
There comes a day where you stand at the crossroad, for so many things in life. It could be changing your diet to reflect more healthy choices, or moving to a gluten free lifestyle, a career change, a move, so many things. When decision time comes, do you continue on your path forward, toward the goal which you have been working toward? Of do you take the fork in the road, take the easier path, but that which takes you away from your ultimate goal?
Today, I felt tired. I had a great training session at half past dark in the morning, got ready and went to work. (With 4 meals packed.) Unfortunately my energy wanes fairly quickly, and fatigue sets in.
Work was-well, work. Not a good day. Then my co-workers weren’t happy about the smell of my broccoli. And one of them also makes faces (that she thinks I don’t see) at my physique as I get leaner and appear more muscular. (I’m not-in real life I’m pretty small, but as the fat gets stripped away the muscle is more prominent.) And I felt brittle.
Did I want to dive head first into a pint of Ben and Jerry’s Cherry Garcia? You’ll bet your sweet behind I did.
But when I stood at the crossroads-although I felt tempted to choose the immediate gratification, the path of least resistance…
I didn’t. I chose to take the path toward my goal, not away from it. I did not deviate from my planned meals, had a cup of mint green tea, and went to bed early.
This does not make me special. These choices are ones we make every day, when we choose to honor our bodies and our minds, to treat ourselves well, to listen to requests both spoken and unspoken from within and without. We are constantly making these choices. The choice to love our partners, to follow thru on our commitments, to enrich the planet by our existence. Or to do none of these things, to choose to smoke the cigarettes, to eat crap, to be inactive. All of these are your prerogative and your choice. Our lives are a series of choices.
We can’t always be perfect or be infalliable. We can’t even come close most of the time. But if we can, when we come to the crossroads, make the decision that will bring us closer to our goals and ideas of where we want to be…
Then we have won.
Please feel free to share your thoughts on this, or your story of your personal crossroad in the comments.
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