Step 8 in our TAKE ACTION plan is about sharing our successes…and our fails. Even our epic fails.
Some of you might have seen me post on Facebook today that I pulled out a box of clothes from the closet and found that I can now fit into two pairs of jeans and about ten skirts that I haven’t been able to wear in 5 years. That was huge for me. Fortunately, they are all still in style, so now instead of having to go out and spend a lot of money on new clothes, I have a whole bunch that are almost like new to me. Not to say I wouldn’t mind having to shop too, but it does free up some cash for more Groupon and LivingSocial fitness deals.
I’m big on posting my successes, whether it’s a small weight loss or being able to fit into size 16 jeans. I guess some people might hate reading those posts, because…well…HATERS GONNA HATE. I figure they can roll their eyes and go back to whatever they were doing before they happened across my post.
But most people…I’d say 90%...are absolutely thrilled to hear about your successes. Why? Because if you can do it, so can they. Plus, some people are really pulling for you to make it to the finish line. Plus plus, it makes you feel really good to share good news, doesn’t it?
Now, fails…that’s a little different. No one wants to report his or her screw-ups. But here’s the thing: when you publically announce that you are trying to lose weight or get fit and healthy, every failure is a learning lesson for you and for others who are tracking you. It’s like sweet and sour. You can’t appreciate sweet unless, every once in a while, you taste sour.
Wanna hear some of my recent fails?
I’m housesitting for my boyfriend’s sister and she has a 15-year-old son. That means that their pantry is stocked with things like Doritos, chocolate chip cookies, crackers, etc. All things that tend to beckon to me if I haven’t had them in awhile.
When I first got here, I just couldn’t seem to avoid sneaking a few Doritos each night. Or some pita chips with artichoke dip. Or pretzel crisps. Oy. Of course, I was too embarrassed to post THAT on Facebook, but I did come clean with my BFF. She very wisely told me that I didn’t need that crap and that I’d get back on track.
Another night, I sat down to a big bowl of melted cheese with hot sauce and tortilla chips. Yep, I really did. And I wondered why the scale wasn’t moving? Ha! BFF said again that I didn’t need that, that I’ve come so far, blah, blah, blah.
By the fourth night, I was really pissed with myself. How could I not avoid these things that I knew would sabotage my weight loss? So I got out a piece of paper and wrote, “Cheese is the Devil” and taped it to the fridge. I got out another piece of paper and wrote “Really? You want to ruin all your hard work? I don’t think so!” and taped that to the pantry door. Believe it or not, these signs have worked and I haven’t strayed into the naughty snacks since then.
I have mentioned two of my three boyfriends in recent posts: my real-life, wonderful boyfriend, Pete, and my fitness guru boyfriend, Bob Harper. Today, my third boyfriend, the Dalai Lama, said this on Facebook:
I have great hopes that the world may become a better, more peaceful, more equitable place in the twenty-first century. From my own experience, at 16 I lost my freedom, at 24 I lost my country and for the last more than 50 years I have faced all sorts of problems, but I have never given up hope. We have a Tibetan saying, ‘Nine times fall down, Nine times pick yourself up’.
Yes, sometimes we fall. But the trick is to pick ourselves up. Honestly, the longer I do this weight loss thing, the more I realize that I can’t ask myself to be perfect every day. I’m human and we humans have the potential for great success and great failure. But LEARNING from our mistakes, and getting up and moving on, that’s what’s most important. Yes?
So, Step 8…get out there and share what’s working for you, share your victories large and small, and yes, even your little mistakes. It’s all part of the journey.