This past week though, has been a good one. I've eaten well, so much so that at least I'm proud of my choices. And I've gotten back into the swing of things by trying to be more socially involved, which helps me to stay motivated. I've decided to "restart" in a way with my weight loss goals, numbers, etc. They'll be reflected on the blog.
But I don't want to go on and on about why I wasn't here... that's not the point. I'm all about moving forward, moving on.
What I want to focus on is a subject I know all too well: self pity.
You see, while I was "away" I felt very sorry for myself and guilty for the things I hadn't done.
I felt forsaken. Like I had no control... like I was failing.
And a guest poster (coming soon!) sent me something that really made me think and brought to mind a poem I absolutely love by D.H. Lawrence: (some of you may remember it from the Demi Moore movie G.I. Jane)
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.
..."a wild thing"? I thought about that... what does Lawrence mean about "a wild thing." And I think it means, something able to make it's own choices and decisions.
Something that is free. Free to choose.
Feeling "sorry" for myself isn't something that really even pertains to me.
I'm in control. I have the choices, I make the decisions.
I am "a wild thing." I should start acting like one.
Get Mean. Make a Decision. Choose Health!