The realization recently hit me that there is only one third of the year left.
Four months. Seventeen weeks. One-hundred twenty-two days. (If you want hours and minutes you can do the math for yourself!)
I sit here on the first day of September filled with optimism and determination about what I can accomplish in the coming four months. (Yes, I also sit here with regret, but I’m really, really working on the glass half-full thing today.)
If I were to divide my years into thirds, I would have to admit that the first third was my best for healthy living. My eating was 100% on track and I had ramped up my exercise routine. Even a broken bone and a few vacations couldn’t derail me. The honeymoon phase was just that. And I was going strong.
Then the second third of the year hit like a hurricane. Or, since I am in the Midwest, like a tornado. And my healthy living faltered. My eating was suffering as I struggled to maneuver through an obstacle course of social events and temptation filled weekends away from home. I was not doing well with moderation or balance. And my exercise routine had yet to get back on track while I worked through physical therapy, trying to regain strength and mobility. I vacillated between being in control and careening madly out of control. I felt the roller-coaster sweeping me off my unwilling feet and starting to run away with me hanging on for dear life, hoping the safety strap would hold.
But now I look at the next four months as an opportunity to write the final chapter of my year. To use a food analogy, my year has been like a much touted meal. It began with a healthy appetizer that wet my taste-buds and left me anticipating what would follow. But the entree course was unhealthy and unsatisfying, leaving me feeling stuffed and bloated and wishing I had ordered something else from the menu. Now, ironically, I am moving on to dessert. And anticipate a sweet ending. Calorie free:)
The next four months would typically be, for most dieters, the most challenging. Filled with candy and holidays, celebrations upon celebrations that have food as the common denominator. I know that I have my work cut out for me. But darn it – the time has come to fish or cut bait!
To be totally honest with you, I’m not sure how I plan to accomplish great things for myself in the next four months. But I will figure it out… soon. Goal setting for me has had mixed results lately. And my eating plan once worked wonders and seemed like something I could live with forever but clearly has not stood the test of time this summer. My struggles with social eating and moderation will be sorely tested. If I was a singer, this is when I would be belting out inspirational words with a high note at the end. I have one third of my year yet to live; four months to make this be a year that ends on a high note. Whether I am singing that note or living it.
So I’m going fishing. What will you be doing with the next four months?