At some point in every serious weight loss journey we say we are:
Off the wagon
In a lapse
taking a break
etc, etc,
Yesterday my image was of seeing into the distance of railroad tracks and at some point I don't see the tracks.
I am off the rails, I am derailed.
In describing this I realized that though I had a clear vision of a goal (the usual, fitting into pants, carrying less weight on my next overseas journey...) at some point out in the distance I COULD NOT SEE THE TRACKS.
I could use the train analogy further to say that my plan, the shakes, the packaged up lunch I take to the office, the avoidance of a 600 calorie croissant (which I clearly did not avoid yesterday) is what it takes to get tot he goal. But, what are the tracks?
For the religious, is this how you see faith?
For the atheists is this how you see "Fate?"
For me, the visual person, is it that the tracks are obscured? Do they just dip in the distance below a hill and will be see-able when I get closer?
I don't know ow to move forward because I have no tracks.
So, is this the need for laying of new tracks? I feel tired of this... I need to think more about it.
Does my engine just stop.
Not the I think I can I think I can... or "fake it til you make it" mantra of my fanatic weight loss days.
More to noodle on, doodle on and discuss.
