Most of us despise change. Unfortunately, the process is inevitable. There is always a space between where you are and where you are going. That space can be terrifying or it can be invigorating…..your choice.
In all transparency, I have revved things up in the “I am unnerved by my middle-age body and I want it to disappear”portion of the programming. For six days, I have expanded my workout routine, guzzled more water, and tweaked my intake. I feel better. More energy, but I look the same. Here is where I can get in trouble. My brain is a powerful force. It will feed me words like…..”Look at all the hard work you did and nothing became of it.” Then I will rationalize no longer investing in my new process of living. My brain is an asshole. Yet, for fifty years, I have allowed it to talk me out of things because I am afraid of change. So, I asked myself this question…….what would it look like if I partnered with change? See, I have felt great this past week, so just because the scale didn’t move as much as I hoped or my enthusiasm has wavered, why would I abandon this opportunity?
So, I grabbed the hand of change and made a pact. I will stick it out and silence the peanut gallery in my head. I will embrace doing something unfamiliar in the hopes of uncovering something better. I will trust. Isn’t that the biggest thing? Trusting. Putting ourselves in the lane of faith. Some days are easier than others. I have to remember that there is a reason I wanted to change the look and feel of my unrecognizable body. It was nudge. I am paying attention to those nudges and “suggestions” that randomly pop into my busy brain. Week two…..I am coming for you.