Who would have thought that a year would bring so many changes. Last summer I was at the beginning of my journey in the me initiative. I was well into changing my eating habits and really starting my work out routine. My goal was set and my 4 year plan was starting to come together.
It was scary and daunting when I thought about the expected results at the end of 4 years. I really had to attack it one week at a time or I was almost too afraid to carry on. Even then, I had moments when I felt that this would all be in vain. I had many conversations with friends and received some good suggestions and guidance, but for the most part I knew I was on my own for this journey. Failing or succeeding was going to have to come from me and my own intestinal fortitude.
I know it seems odd to find a new, well not really new but returning to an old, lifestyle scary. But I knew there had to be tons of changes and sacrifice to get where I want to be. The unfortunate part is that the closer I get to my goal the scarier it gets.
It seems that the closer I get to my goal the harder it is to get there. I find that I begin to doubt myself and my right to be happy more and more. And I start to erect unconscious barriers keeping me from reaching my goal. This is it, the point where I have to decide to keep going or stop. I'm 17 pounds from my goal, the closest I have ever been.
I choose to keep going!
What will you decide?
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