My scale tells me that between yesterday and this morning I somehow lost five pounds. I find this very unlikely considering the four cookies I ate yesterday. There is only one explanation: There is a cruel little pixie living in my scale intent on driving me to insanity. What a jerk. Well little pixie, I’m not taking the bait.

My sugar sensitivity is real and awful and I am intent on dealing with it. I hesitate to use the word “addiction” because it makes me feel weak. But I certainly show all the signs: hiding sugar, seeking out situations where I can be alone and scarf something chewy and sugary down as fast as possible.

So, I plan to tackle it as such. I’m recognizing that this will not be a quick fix and I am more willing than ever to give the process the time it deserves. Still, “losing” that weight so fast taught me something. The day before, when I’d thought I’d gained five pounds, I cut loose and lost it a bit. I let the scale tell me what to do, and I’ve learned that I’ve got to stop doing that.

I’ve always had this natural, wholesome, healthy, long-haired, enlightened vision of myself that I want to become. I feel like it is just one layer down inside of me.

I have used this vision as one of two things:

• Option A: A 2X4 which I use to beat myself into “healthy” submission (temporarily)
• Option B: A change too dramatic, too different, and too scary. That keeps me from breaking through to that level of health and wholeness.

(Option B is what has made me turn back in self sabotage lately and undo a ten pound weight loss from the summertime.)

Are these my only options? I think I’ve finally realized that they are not.

I can want that vision and be okay with where I am right now… and tomorrow… and in two days when probably not much will have changed.

Goals are good. Direction is necessary.

The other day on NPR I listened to this wonderful report about scientists who set people to walking in a straight line across a huge field. They blindfolded them and turned them loose. Across the board, everyone’s first 10-20 steps were straight, but then they began to veer in one direction or another. Then they veered some more. And then something incredibly curious happened with all of them: they began walking in circles. But the people were convinced they were still walking in a straight line.

The scientists tried creating countless variables to understand why, but they couldn’t figure it out. Their only deduction is that unless there is a point in the distance they are marching for, everyone just winds up going in circles.

What a peek into humanity in general. If I don’t have a goal, I will just wander in circles without progression or growth.

I need goals. I need that vision of a more wholesome me. But, I can have that vision without spitting the present out of my mouth in disgust. I can have direction without disdain.

So, I’ve gained a few pounds in the last few months. Wah wah wah. Life goes on.

The common denominator between the Morgen that is now and the Morgen that will be when I am living a more wholesome life is me. I will still be here. I am the one taking on this challenge. If I try to run away from that to catch this other vision, I won’t be complete, and I certainly won’t be happy.

So today, I let go. Today I don’t think so much about food. Today I eat a few regular meals and make the best decision at each of them.

And between those meals. . . I live.

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