Thursday, July 24, 2014

Detour

We live just outside the city limits.  There's a very main road that runs out of the city which is our thoroughfare to get to our home.  This past week, there's been road work on that main road.  It's been closed off in a section and there's a detour around to several other roads.  It's a small city, but in terms of relative size, the detour is a pretty good hike. 

It has frustrated me multiple times.  As a creature of habit, my van simply turns toward that road every time and then I see the signs, alerting me to the detour.  And I give an internal "crud".  But there's no way through it.  There's no plowing down the signs and just getting to where I want to get in exactly my chosen way.  It takes me longer, it makes me later, and it makes me grumpy.

Many of you know I have been on a journey to lose weight.  More than that, I am on a journey to find and embrace a healthier way of life.  But since April, I have been on a self-imposed detour.  I have not followed the direct route to get to where I want to get.  It's frustrating, but mostly because I seem to have no sticking-power to stay the direct course.

During my detour, I am working hard on a healthier mindset.  And this is vitally important.  This is the kind of stuff that makes the detour a blip on the radar screen of the journey.  I have some bad thought processes to break up with.  And I am making that the focus.  So my detour is important.  You might even say it's absolutely essential.  

My detour is a pretty good hike.  And I'm not sure how long the detour signs will be up.  But...and this is what's different than many other times I have endeavored to embrace a healthy lifestyle...I know I will eventually get to where I want to get.  That's why I'm comfortable calling it a detour, and not allowing it to be a derail.  I still end up at home every time I have to take the detoured roads in the city.  And I will still end up a healthier version of me after I take the detoured path to my wellness. 


1 comment:

Unknown said...

I'm on that detour. For the last few months, it seems I have no control over my diet. Ice cream? buy the half-gallon and eat it all in three days. Graham crackers? eat two packets with milk before going to bed. My asthma has kicked up, and walking is not easy, especially in this heat. Gripe gripe gripe, I need to get a GRIP! Maybe we can make a pact to take the right road.