Perspective is a powerful tool. A subtle shift in thinking can make everything around you appear different. Powerful tool or super power?
I haven’t been a very good Weight Watchers person lately, meaning I haven’t been to a meeting since mid-December. And oh, the drama of that meeting. I left there SO mad I only lost a pound when I killed it all week (weighed in at 182.2). I came home to talk to Austin about how it went. Paraphrased here for your reading pleasure…
Austin, sheepishly after seeing the look on my face: “How did it go?”
Mary, angry and flustered: “I lost a pound.”
Austin, backing away slowly: “Honey, that’s really good, but what did you expect?”
Mary, more angry,
probably crying: “I expected not to suck at losing weight!!”
He went on to remind me that, in fact, I don’t suck at losing weight. I’ve lost around 80 pounds, and I’ve maintained that loss for 3 years. That kind of makes me the Wonder Woman of losing weight actually. He also reminded me that I’m not a failure for only losing 1 pound. That it’s a healthy and realistic loss for a week for a normal person.
Through this conversation, much prayer and soul searching, I am restoring my perspective. It’s really all about perspective. Sure you have to put in the work (lots of sweating, eating clean), that’s almost the easy part. The game is almost entirely mental.
The funny part? I weigh 184 now, but I’m content with it… for today. There is a fine line between acceptance and apathy. I accept where I am now, but I’m not apathetic about where I want to go. I’m not going to stop pushing and trying to work harder and clean up my diet, but I’m not going to set myself up for failure by having distorted views of success.
Time has changed things, or more correctly, I have changed. I decided I was done feeling sorry for myself, feeling sad a lot and letting every little set back (weight loss or otherwise) send me spiraling into a funk.
When I decided to change, things changed.
Super power, indeed.