Your body is a wonderland
Oh John Mayer, don’t stop singing. For too long now I’ve been singing a different version. Your body is a garbage can.
Ugggh. It has been. It’s where bad choices and kid leftovers go. And I’m finding it so hard to get past my old ways. The ones I know I have to get rid of, but just can’t seem to quit.
I feel like a broken record and a failure when I say my week didn’t go so well; again. A so-so week last week led into a bad weekend which led into a terrible week.
This has taught me a few things – the power of my mind for the good and the bad, and the power to find and listen to my own voice.
The mind is a powerful tool – it can drive us and destroy us. I know what I’m supposed to be doing. I have a fridge full of chopped veggies and soup, and yet my mind has no interest in them. I want junk and so I reach for junk. Then all I feel is guilt and shame.
I also learned an important lesson about needing to find and use my voice. Unfortunately we had to attend a funeral this week which was followed by a lunch. A big, heavy Italian lunch. Now I know i should have asked for another option, I know I shouldn’t have had the pasta and fried veal Parmesan, but I did. I don’t want to be a bother, or hear the comments, or have people go out of their way. I’m a pleaser and don’t want to rock the boat. But changing my lifestyle is going to be uncomfortable in more ways than one and being my own advocate is part of that.
I don’t want to fail. I don’t want to waste this opportunity. So today’s a new day, and fingers crossed it’s a good one.