Sure, heaven-made mesas are lovely to look at:
(Don't steal this picture from this guy. It is lovely, and he very kindly embedded the necessary attributions for me.)However, today it dawned on me that life's plateaus are never good. Case in point:
Research plateau--invisible until within millimeters. As my nerdy friends can attest, these suck! Not much more can be said. Except, gratefully (there isn't really an adverb that does this emotion justice), HF keeps providing ways to bust through mine.
Personal improvement plateau--stealth, unhealthy. This could be in any aspect of one's life, whether at work or (heaven forbid) in the social world. In this context, I believe that stagnant = stale. (Exhibit A: South Provo...) Whatever you need to/should be working on, get on it! (I know, I know..."Hello, Kettle? This is Karen. You're black.")
Spiritual plateau--possibly eternally lethal. While many believe that this type of personal flat-line exists, I do not. I believe that you are either rising or slipping backward. Stand-still is not in Ella's vocabulary in this context. Pause. Let me just say: it is worth every effort it takes to continue to rise, friends. Every effort. Now, game on.
Which brings us to the reason for this post today:
Weight-loss plateau--extremely unwelcome. As has been mentioned in previous posts, health is now MUCH farther up on the priority list than it has been in the last.....ever. In my quest to reign in the negative affects of the last 10-12 years, I have conquered many a mountain. Kudos to me (and, most certainly, to those to have encouraged/dragged me along the way). However, while foraging through this uncharted territory, I happened upon my plateau. Boo. It's there, staring me in the face every morning. Evil number.
As I stood at the drinking fountain, my refilled, 1-liter water bottle overflowing everywhere (oops), my fervent motivation to endure slowly reformulated, recalculated, and rejuvenated. I invite you all to reset your mind as well (if you are in need)....
Who cares about that stupid number? The fact of the matter is, I'm healthier than I have ever been in during the entire last half of my life! Throw out the energy-busters that flow readily when your dreaded plateau number stares back at you. Healthiness prevails, no matter the number. In fact, I'd go so far as to say, healthiness prevails IN SPITE OF the number.
Health. THAT is the goal. THAT is what actually matters. Period.
(Ok...now how do I get down off this big ol' box? Sheesh...I dont' recall climbing up here...)
duh! I don't step on a scale and haven't for about 2 years :) numbers stink and give you a false sense of security or the opposite. You look great and maybe that "number" is where you are most healthy!
ReplyDeleteAw, thanks friend! 'Tis true.
ReplyDeleteOh girl! I hear ya.... this is why I am doing the HCG diet again. You look great though, don't forget the progress you have made.
ReplyDeleteI agree!
ReplyDeleteBut, why is it so hard to convince myself of that some days????