Monday, 29 November 2010

Day 97 Wise Words

I was just over at "Escape from Obesity", and Lyn was talking about making mistakes and fitting into our own moulds and not anyone else's definitions of who they think we ought to be. She also mentioned eating as addictive behaviour. And that definitely is something I do - witness these last few weeks of 'having to' do this, that or something that derailed my weight-loss journey. :) Anyway, all that reminded me of this great poem I came across last year, when I was truly in the slough of despond, and like some other inspirational writings I'll post later, this has a special place in my heart. It reminds me that I can change, that it is okay to fear change, to fall, to feel foolish, to pick myself up and get up again, to keep on doing some of the irrational things I do, because...one day it will be easy to do the right thing, the considered thing, the non-addictive thing. :) One day I will do all this without agonizing, overthinking, obsessing. One day, eating well is going to be just like my being a non-smoker, it just is.

Here's the poem.
 
Autobiography in Five Short Chapters

Chapter 1

I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost ... I am helpless.
It isn't my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.

Chapter 2

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don't see it.
I fall in again.
I can't believe I am in the same place.
But it isn't my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.

Chapter 3

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in ... it's a habit.
My eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.

Chapter 4

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

Chapter 5

I walk down another street.


~ Portia Nelson ~

(There's a Hole in My Sidewalk)

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