A recent networking function went like they do: socializing, personal introductions, elevator speeches, target referrals, speaker. Jim, the speaker, had some really interesting points to make about fear which got me thinking further. (By now you know that I’m prone to that kind of thing – taking an idea and running afield with it.)
In the same industry, Jim and I deal with subjects that are less than warm and fuzzy – a lot less. We talk with people about loss – loss of life, income, and health – the stuff nobody wants to talk about. Stuff we are afraid to talk about. Afraid to jinx ourselves by even mentioning misfortune lest we summon up that Boogeyman by uttering his name. Afraid to admit that we don’t understand. Afraid that we are not doing it right. Afraid that someone will tell us to change something. Afraid to find out that we are wrong. And, sometimes, afraid to find out that we are right.
We all fear things: failure, success, spiders, change, vulnerability, loss, ridicule, orange food. Okay, that last one may just be Billy Bob Thornton, but the rest of our fears are fairly universal. We can’t let them dictate our lives; but, that’s a struggle.
I started this blog to talk about losing weight acquired during The Great Regain. As it happened, I started a new job at the same time and, frankly, the weight loss is not going so great. I’m terrified that I’m going to gain it all back and fail publicly. I’m terrified that I’m going to gain it all back and disappoint myself and my son. I’m terrified that I’m going to gain it all back and fail all of you who have been so complimentary and supportive. I’m terrified that I’m going to gain it all back. Period.
It seems that every day I start with new resolve and, every day, I let myself get sidetracked by something – muffins at a coffee appointment, M&Ms for lunch, no energy for the gym. I know what the answers are here. I’ve done it. Schedule time for exercise and stick with it. Make your meals beforehand. Fill three-quarters of the plate with vegetables. Plan. Plan. Plan.
Exercise plan. Meal plan. Game plan. Battle plan. I have to develop and adhere to all four to combat and defeat my fear of losing more ground. I have to go on the offensive to regain the ground I’ve lost. I’ve got to remember that I’m the only one who can do it and that I cannot let up until I’ve reached my goal.
En guarde, y’all!