Shouldn’t starting over for the millionth time be easier than the second, third, hundredth time? Shouldn’t it become easier every time you lie to yourself and say this is it, this is the year that my will power will win over chocolate cake and cotton candy? It’s hard to start over because of all the failures of the past, but if we can’t let go of all of our past mistakes how will we ever be able to move forward. Carrying baggage becomes tiresome, your arms will become weak and you’ll let go of the important things going on today to keep a tight grip on yesterday’s baggage. I always wondered why we hold on so tightly to the past; when what we should be doing is opening our hands and letting it all go. We can’t live in the past, yesterday’s mistakes can’t prevent us from making new ones. And just by letting go, I’ve already lost a hundred pounds. Now, I just need to lose a hundred more.
It’s not going to easy or pretty, but I’m pushing forty so it must be done. I don’t want to be skinny or sexy or any other s word; I just want to be healthy. I hate New Year’s Resolutions so this isn’t one; those we break without a thought. This here is me opening my hands letting go of the past that was keeping me imprisoned in my body.
