I started to ski when I was sixteen, and I don’t intend to stop anytime soon. When I first went skiing it was on a high school trip. I just pointed myself downhill and barreled through, screeching and laughing all the way. I have had a few close calls over the years with some good tumbles and near misses. I have become wiser as I have aged, and with that I have become more cautious.
Hubby and I missed a turn somewhere last week and ended up at the top of an expert black diamond hill. He peered over the edge for me and said it looked fine. So we made our way down the first slope. Beyond it was a much steeper and completely iced up slope. He pointed his skis down the hill and blasted to the bottom. I stood there thinking …
Did I wear good underwear today?
How will they get me out of here on a stretcher with all this ice?
Would a broken leg heal in time to dance at our son’s wedding in August?
I can’t afford to miss work.
Our skating team competes at Nationals in a few weeks.
Do I have any plastic bags to cover a cast in the shower?
Can I get a refund on my yoga class?
I am glad I am wearing a helmet.
This is going to hurt.
So, without further ado … I slowly and awkwardly edged my way down the hill. Hubby literally lay down in the snow and patiently waited.
Sometimes we have to stop and assess where we are and where we are going in life. Then take it at a pace that is comfortable for us so that we feel we are more likely to succeed.
Even if it takes longer. Even if it doesn’t look perfect. Even if we fail along the way.
This is a good metaphor for the journey of weight loss or any behaviour change. It is a long road full of challenges. We are so eager to get it done quickly. But, in that we risk setting ourselves back which can be discouraging and ultimately slows us down even further. Changing a lifetime of habits doesn’t happen overnight. But if you are patient and persistent you will get there.