I feel like a performer who has plates balanced on sticks and is awing the audience with their amazing balance. Each of these metaphorical plates represents some aspect of my life and personality that I hold as a core quality or desire.
Now we all know life is a balancing act, but I feel the aforementioned plates a-wobblin'. One could come crashing down on my head at any moment. I don't need to say it, but I will because I believe in the power of stating your feelings aloud (or in print).
I don't want that to happen. I refuse to regain.
When the initial loss phase clicked for me, I told myself that the choices I was making had to be maintainable for life. I carefully plotted out the things I wanted to do so that I could prevent my plates from falling into my face and breaking my nose. Lately though, I've been making choices that are not maintainable and these are what trigger the wobbling.
I've been allowing my exercise to become too much of my focus, and I'm having a difficult time motivating myself to run because of it. I threw an entire day's worth of choices down the toilet because I made one bad choice in the morning. This is all rather unlike me. So...
|It's time to regroup, reevaluate and re-plan.|
|Time to dial back and change the exercise, |
plan out my meals better
and find my enthusiasm.