• Day 183: Where’d You Go?

    Date: 2010.08.26 | Category: Uncategorized | Tags:

    Where’d you go, I miss you so, seems like it’s been forever that you’ve been gone, please come back home, please come back home

    In two days I’ll be six months without candy.  I’m still off sweets and it hasn’t been that hard.  More about that on the 28th.  But it’s so easy to let the discipline of writing a blog like this slip away. I’ve done that.  My summer has been too much fun; houseguests, parties, adventures, such great times but not enough time to do all the work I want to do. Not  to mention this blog.

    I still have six months left to go of a Year Without Candy and I don’t want to blow it.  The only reason I’ve been able to stop eating candy is because this blog has kept me on the straight and narrow.

    And this summer life got in the way – and I’ve stopped tending to this blog.   I hate the feeling of… letting something go.

    Can you get it back once you let go?  Will you get more and more off track?

    You know when you start to procrastinate it becomes a bit like a bad drug; you don’t want to keep doing it but you do.  Not doing something you want and should be doing begins to weigh on you, you start to feel guilty, then all the joy goes out of it – and you just don’t do it.

    Ugh.  Then what?  I feel bad about not writing the blog and one day I decide, hey maybe I’ll just have that one bag of M&Ms.  Which sounds so good as I write this.

    I remember being at this crazy British, ex-armed forces military fitness camp in Devon, England in October 2008.   They kept us on the run from 5 a.m. when we had to get in formation until 10 at night.  We were jumping off cliffs into the sea off Brixton, mountain biking up and down stone-walled hill roads, boxing, rubbing camouflage on our faces and heading out on military maneuvers with rifles -even playing an exotic British game called netball that I had never heard of.

    But it was playing cricket (the name alone, please) that stood out in my mind. One of the ex-British Navy drill instructors kept laughing at me as I whacked the ball way out in the field but kept dropping the bat when I ran to base as if it was American baseball.  (You’re supposed to keep holding the bat, who knew?)

    My team as a whole was losing badly as I got up to bat (do they even say that in cricket? I can’t remember.)

    Anyway he yelled at me something meant for our entire team and I always keep it in the back of my mind because it’s so true.

    “You can still win!”