Last summer you all were able to enjoy some of my ponderings from the walks I took as I was training for the Breast Cancer 3-day. Today I took a “training” walk of sorts – about 4 miles I think… really there was 2 objectives to this walk – the exercise that I *needed* to get (after my semi-gluttony of the weekend thus far) and to return the movie I rented. (And might I add how great it is that I can walk to my closest “RedBox” location to return said movie!)
While I was out just a little while ago I saw many little things… grasshoppers jumping… birds flying… ducks relaxing… other walkers/runners/bikers… many many cars… and a snake on the move (it was little, but enough to make me move a little quicker.)
But with my trusty iPod on my arm, the tunes kept me company… and God showed me something really important. I was almost walking to Weight Watchers (and walking toward – but not going in – the local DQ & Culver’s) listening to 33 Miles’ song “One Life to Love”.
Here’s the chorus:
You only get just one time around,
you only get one shot at this
One chance to find out the one thing
that you don’t wanna miss
One day when it’s all said and done
I hope you see that it was enough
This one ride, one try, one life to love
I realized in during this song how much of a second chance I’ve been given. I guess it kind of occurred to me before, but today for some reason it really hit me. I am healthy now. Yes, I still have the occasional chocolate or sweet… but I work to counter it (almost) every day with a workout of some kind. And I look forward to it most of the time as well.
I’ve seen myself saying all the “right” things for the weight loss I have achieved… “I am proud of what I’ve accomplished.” “I feel better than what I felt in years.” But then I go and buy things that aren’t good for me (and over-indulge) or I buy the things that ARE good for my (and once again, over-indulge.) This is why maintenance is SO hard for me. I can’t seem to put the food away. Why is it that the one line “You will be able to have it again” never seems to ACTUALLY sink in with me.
Then again, maybe it’s the amount of time that I talked or thought about the weigh loss this weekend… or maybe it’s just finally starting to become real. I am thin. I really am. And I want to stay that way.