The End of the Waiting Game

I find myself in life's waiting room a lot.  I'm flipping through magazines waiting for someone to come out and call my name.  They aren't calling me back into an examination room though.  No, they are giving me permission.  Permission to live my life.  I keep waiting for someone to tell me that it is okay to take care of myself, to take extra time to do yoga, to stretch, to walk, to eat right, and to get enough rest.  Our society is a work based society.  We get rewarded for hard work.  The more work a person does the more valuable they are.  If that is true then why do we worship the rich who no longer have to work?  We are a conflicted society.  We don't even know what we want or what we worship.  We wait and hope someone else will tell us.  

Tomorrow is launch day!  I have my E2 grocery list ready and my menu for the week prepared.  I remember how difficult the first two weeks were when I first went on this diet.  I know I will have my moments of weakness, so I will need to have healthy alternatives ready as well as  a list of healthy activities I can use to distract myself.  The important thing for me  to remember is that my goal isn't to feel full every second of every day but to be healthier overall.  My goal isn't instant gratification but to enjoy a greater quality of life overall.  I'm not going to get this program perfectly correct, but progress is my goal, not perfection.

I'm nervous, but instead of picking up yet another magazine and continuing to wait, I'm taking an action.  I'm not waiting for someone else to call my name.  I'm calling my name.  I'm giving myself permission to live my life.  I'm taking the time that I need to live the  life I love and love the life I live.  There will be ups and downs, but just like a heart monitor, ups and downs indicate life.