I’ve lost my path. I know it’s out there. And I know it’s so easy to stay on my path when I’m there. But finding my way back is proving tough. Like I’m lost in a deep, murky woods. I keep thinking I’ve caught a glimpse of my path, and head off to meet it. But what I thought was a glimpse of my path is simply a trick of the light, and I’m more lost than ever.
I’m not going to whimper and whine about it. Or rant and rave about any imagined injustice. I’m not going to starve myself, do a “cleansing fast”, or punish nyself with hours of cardio a day in an effort to get back what I’ve lost.
Gentle. Slow. One good habit building on top of another until the balance tips in my favor. That’s how I did it before. That’s how I’ll do it again. And eventually those good habits won’t leave any toe-hold for the bad habits, and I will get where I want to be. Back on my path. Feeling strong. Feeling confident. Feeling like I’ve got this.
This coming month the good habit I want to work on is to clean up my eating. I’ve allowed a few too many exceptions to sneak un a little too often. Pizza Mondays. Ice Cream on the weekends. Frites (french fries) every once in a while.
Amanda at Run to the Finish is hosting a clean eating challenge for the month of August, and I couldn’t be more pleased. I need the accountability and challenge of a… challenge. I need the encouragement of others on the days when I can’t see my way clear .