Last week I was ready.
Even declared out loud I was ready. (What was I thinking!)
More accurately, my body had found a window of opportunity (or weakness?) to deliver a message – “ready or not” – to my brain.
I felt good, solid, clear – a rightness of the way things were supposed to be.
For months we’ve been talking about making a few changes to our diet and habits.
The plans and bargains all sounded good enough – on these days we would [blah] and if this happens then we could reward ourselves with [that].
Then something would happen and tomorrow, next week or whenever became the new start date.
We just couldn’t gain traction to begin.
No X number of days to get through and miraculously things would change.
That’s a backwards bargain in disguise.
Also been there, done that several times including the year my dad died.
Days before his accident I committed to a 90 day challenge of three daily practices, and no alcohol was one of them.
And I didn’t have a drop, in spite of many crappy days and the 50th anniversary celebrations of close friends.
Rising to the challenge of a commitment, with a dash of “I’ll show you” to the challenger thrown in, fueled my desire to get through.
My mind hunkered down to succeed.
On day ninety-something I sure enjoyed a drink, and many days after that too.
That was a far different experience from the day I stopped drinking coffee.
I’d been at the point for far too long of finding every excuse to swing by the local coffee shop for a medium coffee to start the day.
Even recognizing the addicted behavior was not good, I didn’t really want to stop.
But Body did.
After several attempts at failed negotiations, Body won out.
Brain subconsciously knew this was a losing battle, and made the most of the time Body allowed me to fool myself.
Sometimes you just have to go through the motions to strike a bargain and come up with all the reasoning to feel you at least tried.
Body gave the heads up Friday would be the last day.
Body is a sneaky schemester because Friday turned out to be the last free coffee on the my last coffee card.
All loose ends neatly tied up in a bow.
The coffee was enjoyed like every other day and with the last sip, that was it.
Just it like every other day too – no fanfares for the cold turkey.
There were also no yearnings, no withdrawals, no slip ups.
Body knew best – as usual.
Fingers crossed, Body is right again as we head into this change up.
The last few days have been filled with wonky experiences, the perfect fuel for Brain to cry “Not now! Wait until [then]!”
Body remains silent.
I think Body is sitting back, smiling knowingly at what lies ahead and what it wants.
Now is not the time for pep talks or convincing arguments.
Brain needs the space to have any last temper tantrums or hopes of bargaining.
Body simply knows what Brain doesn’t.
Today is the day Body said start.
With all on the plate today, time will tell if this is Body is truly driving the bus or Brain jumped behind the wheel.
Brain will fall prey to excuses.
Body will ensure the feeling of rightness previewed before, the knowing will be felt inside and Brain’s battles of will power long gone.
Have you ever experienced a change that your Brain was opposed to, but you moved through somewhat easily anyway?
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Crazy for cats and potatoes, Lorraine's insatiable curiosity of Life leads her to question, explore and push beyond the box. A self-professed "left-brained creative big picture" type, she has an intuitive knack for seeing beyond and beneath first appearances while at the same time nerding out on the details. Most of all she sees and holds others in their highest until they can see it for themselves.