I'm thinking of the phrase "snatching failure out of the jaws of success." I'm sure in the weight-loss world I've done that over and over and over. I think Satan is real and there is nothing he delights in more than getting us to quit just as we're about to succeed.
What happened last time? I was tired, I was bored. But I think I was worn out from previous non-working attempts too. What if I had had my approach when I started with weight watchers? Could have held on until the end? I think maybe I could have. I must be content to go slow which I never am. But better slow than not at all.
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