How many times have I made a New Year’s resolution to get
more exercise . . .
or to eat a healthier diet . . . or to
lose some weight? Yeah, we all begin
the new year with good intentions. This
year, I didn’t make a resolution. I
made a decision – a decision to try to extend my lifespan, to believe that I
might be around to see my nieces get married and have children of their
own.
As I was driving to the grocery store the yesterday, I saw a
billboard that said, “Never quit trying to quit.” Aimed at cigarette smokers, the phrase also rang true for
me. Once you give up trying, you have lost. The act of trying means that you still want
to make a change. I had reached the
point where I was ready to stop trying, then decided not to give up.
I’ve been working on my plan for almost a week now. Right around the one week mark is always
when my resolve first starts to waver.
Though I’m still in mourning for the foods that I’ll never be able to
eat again, I really haven’t been hungry enough to even consider surrender this
time. Nor have I experienced any
cravings. Is that a result of the healthy,
more balanced diet? The thought of
cheating is abhorrent to me right now.
When I began a week ago, I called myself veganish, allowing myself
non-fat dairy and egg whites. I’ve now
decided to go all in and forget the dairy.
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