I don't see why there is such a controversy over Valentine's Day. Isn't Thanksgiving just another Thursday? Isn't Easter just one Sunday when everyone goes to church like they should do in the first place? No, I haven't forgotten why we celebrate Easter, but not everyone does. I am not trying to denigrate those other special days, I am just pondering why Valentine's Day causes such vehemence in people.
Honestly, I don't see why people get in an uproar because of this day. If it isn't a "real" holiday, then why is it celebrated with such gusto by some folks? Personally, I could take it or leave it. I don't have a strong opinion of Valentine's Day. It should just be a fun day where you go above and beyond to show your special someone that you care. Yes, it should happen every day, but it rarely does. Let the romantics have a field day with it.
Give it a rest Valentine's Day haters. Everyone has an opinion, but for those who love Valentine's Day, don't spoil it for them. Let them enjoy being special to someone, and being special for someone. Play along. It really won't hurt a bit if you do. You just might make someone's day -- and who couldn't use some extra attention?
Monday, February 15, 2010
Saturday, February 6, 2010
There's No Place Like Goal
Today at Weight Watchers I heard a talk about our struggle to lose weight by a comparison with the Wizard of Oz. Now, I like the Wizard of Oz very much, so this one made an impression on me. As anyone knows, sometimes on the way to losing weight, you get tired of dieting. I know, I know, Weight Watchers is a "lifestyle change, not a diet." I am experiencing what I like to call my wavering of motivation. I am sick of it. I don't intend to not do it, I just want everyone to know that I am sick of it.
Whatever. Anyway, here is what I got out of today's meeting.
Okay, I was sucked up into the cyclone of overeating and being fat. I dreamed of a place where there weren't any restrictions on what I could eat. A magical place where no matter what I ate, I would not gain weight. A place of color and happiness. So, somehow, I knocked myself out and dreamed this:
I woke up in a place where when you kill someone (accidentally, of course), they give you candy. I like candy. A good start. Those small folks told me of a wizard that could help me get me back home where I could eat whatever I wanted and not gain a pound. I was relieved and anxious to get there. I figured that this place was magical, so it would be a cinch. Not so. They told me I had to go on a journey down the yellow brick road to find this wizard. Now, I was thinking how easy this was going to be, but alas, it was not so. I needed to walk down this road (and get some exercise and earn activity points) to get to the wizard. Okay. So, off I went.
I met this really skinny guy along the way (he had no brain). He wanted to go with me to the wizard to get him a brain. I figured, why not? He was pretty bossy and opinionated for someone without a brain, but off we went. Along the way, we met a tin guy who lamented that he had no heart. So, we invited him along to join us. First, we had to lube him up because he had been standing still so long, his joints were bothering him (that is what he gets for not moving enough). Off we went. Further along, we met the lion. He wanted courage. We invited him along. We had trees throwing apples (between one and three points each) at us. We didn't drink enough water, but no one noticed. The witch (I will call her "hunger") kept bothering us along the way, but we defeated hunger in the end.
To make a long story short, we ended up finding out that the wizard was all smoke and mirrors, and, thus, was a fraud. There is no easy fix. We have all the tools we need inside ourselves to get through this journey of weight loss. We don't need a good witch to point it out to us. We all wear the ruby slippers.
We have the courage to get to Weight Watchers and start the process.
We have the heart to want to be healthier and happier.
We have the brains to make the right choices.
We need to click our ruby slippers together and keep saying to ourselves "There's No Place Like Goal."
No one is going to care how long it takes me to accomplish my goal. No one is going to say, "Remember those weeks when you didn't lose any at all, or those weeks when you only lost .4 lbs.?" The goal is the goal. The rest is the process.
I need to forgive myself when I falter. I need to forgive myself when I fall off the program. Every single time I choose peas over candy, it is a triumph. I need to focus on the triumphs -- not the negative things that happen. I need to remember the goal is what I am aiming for. Even if one only does the program 80% of the time, it is better than not doing it at all. I am striving.
We have it all in our power. Now, to just do it.
Whatever. Anyway, here is what I got out of today's meeting.
Okay, I was sucked up into the cyclone of overeating and being fat. I dreamed of a place where there weren't any restrictions on what I could eat. A magical place where no matter what I ate, I would not gain weight. A place of color and happiness. So, somehow, I knocked myself out and dreamed this:
I woke up in a place where when you kill someone (accidentally, of course), they give you candy. I like candy. A good start. Those small folks told me of a wizard that could help me get me back home where I could eat whatever I wanted and not gain a pound. I was relieved and anxious to get there. I figured that this place was magical, so it would be a cinch. Not so. They told me I had to go on a journey down the yellow brick road to find this wizard. Now, I was thinking how easy this was going to be, but alas, it was not so. I needed to walk down this road (and get some exercise and earn activity points) to get to the wizard. Okay. So, off I went.
I met this really skinny guy along the way (he had no brain). He wanted to go with me to the wizard to get him a brain. I figured, why not? He was pretty bossy and opinionated for someone without a brain, but off we went. Along the way, we met a tin guy who lamented that he had no heart. So, we invited him along to join us. First, we had to lube him up because he had been standing still so long, his joints were bothering him (that is what he gets for not moving enough). Off we went. Further along, we met the lion. He wanted courage. We invited him along. We had trees throwing apples (between one and three points each) at us. We didn't drink enough water, but no one noticed. The witch (I will call her "hunger") kept bothering us along the way, but we defeated hunger in the end.
To make a long story short, we ended up finding out that the wizard was all smoke and mirrors, and, thus, was a fraud. There is no easy fix. We have all the tools we need inside ourselves to get through this journey of weight loss. We don't need a good witch to point it out to us. We all wear the ruby slippers.
We have the courage to get to Weight Watchers and start the process.
We have the heart to want to be healthier and happier.
We have the brains to make the right choices.
We need to click our ruby slippers together and keep saying to ourselves "There's No Place Like Goal."
No one is going to care how long it takes me to accomplish my goal. No one is going to say, "Remember those weeks when you didn't lose any at all, or those weeks when you only lost .4 lbs.?" The goal is the goal. The rest is the process.
I need to forgive myself when I falter. I need to forgive myself when I fall off the program. Every single time I choose peas over candy, it is a triumph. I need to focus on the triumphs -- not the negative things that happen. I need to remember the goal is what I am aiming for. Even if one only does the program 80% of the time, it is better than not doing it at all. I am striving.
We have it all in our power. Now, to just do it.
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