I'm trying to become a fan of failure.
For the last 19 months, I've been on a journey toward improved health and fitness. I've lost about 160 pounds with more to go, gained actual hard biceps and some ab muscles I can begin to feel at least a little bit. I can walk for several miles, ride a bike for 20-30 miles, walk up and down stairs with ease, and do all kinds of things I couldn't do before. Using many measures, I've had a lot of success.
I also had a tough winter. Stress, grief, and anxiety in many forms took their toll, as did what felt like too many months of cold and snow. I gained back about fifteen pounds, maybe a little more. A couple of days ago, I read a blog over on SparkPeople from someone who had done the same thing. She talked about it as her "failure." She made a vow not to fail again. I recoiled from this, and I began to wonder why.
For the last 19 months, I've been on a journey toward improved health and fitness. I've lost about 160 pounds with more to go, gained actual hard biceps and some ab muscles I can begin to feel at least a little bit. I can walk for several miles, ride a bike for 20-30 miles, walk up and down stairs with ease, and do all kinds of things I couldn't do before. Using many measures, I've had a lot of success.
I also had a tough winter. Stress, grief, and anxiety in many forms took their toll, as did what felt like too many months of cold and snow. I gained back about fifteen pounds, maybe a little more. A couple of days ago, I read a blog over on SparkPeople from someone who had done the same thing. She talked about it as her "failure." She made a vow not to fail again. I recoiled from this, and I began to wonder why.
