Bad Week

I am all the faces.

It has, most certainly, been a bad week for me. You only need to look at the quality and substance of my last few posts to see that. It’s times like these that I am glad I have a therapist.

I am practicing giving myself some grace. To accept that not every day or week will be a good one — and that I have had it worse. The goal isn’t to avoid these days. The goal is to try to make the best out of the situation whenever possible.

And sometimes the best I can do will set back my progress even further. Like, for example, I am gaining a ton of weight and I’m just totally tanking my health. I can choose to hate myself for it which will, ultimately, lead me to giving up entirely. Or I can try to mitigate the backsliding as much as I can even if I am still worse off than before at the end of the effort.

The reason for trying is that I am setting my future self up for success, not in the sense that I will ultimately lose the weight — I can’t know the future — but in the sense that I am practicing the act of working against the odds. The act of practicing, in of itself and regardless of the result, is the metric for success.

At least, that’s what I’m telling myself so I don’t curl up in a ball and binge on rocky road ice cream. Maybe I’ll adopt a more effective mindset once I’m out of this funk.