Remember second helpings? When you were younger with a body that would allow you to eat almost anything without gaining an ounce, second helpings were probably quite common. The food was good, you still had room to squeeze in more, and the platter beckoned you to help yourself. You may have felt stuffed when you were finally done, but so what. Even cotton candy was on the menu. Life was good.As we age, weight seems to pile on with virtually no effort. We have learned that our body will gain pounds and inches just by thinking about food. Second helpings are a fond memory. We eventually learn to push back from the table.
What about other things? Have you developed the habit of pushing back from the table of life? Do you "know" that certain things just aren't good for you or probably not worth the effort? Instead of pounds, are you afraid of change?
If so, you are entirely normal and human. Certainly, I went through a period in my life where I became so comfortable with a certain pattern of existence that I avoided most variety. I wasn't thrilled with the rut I had parked my life in, but I was comfortable, and comfort tends to win. That is sad. When I think back to what could have been during those years, I wish for a magic wand that could give me a partial "do-over."
What was it that kept me living a life that was far less than it could have been?
- Fear of change and the risks involved
- Fear of the unknown. I was doing OK with the known
- My family seemed to be prospering. Why shake them up?
- I had to act age-appropriate, didn't I? I had responsibilities
- I had expenses. The cash flow had to be maintained
- I knew how to do one thing. What else could I do?