By all accounts, last week was a pretty doggone good week for me. Monday night at WW, I had a bigger loss than expected. I was starting to get more compliments from people and was feeling really good about myself and the progress I was making. Thursday morning I had my 90 day check-up with the good Dr. Jones. He literally spent the entire time heaping praise upon me. He might have even said the loved my spreadsheet geekiness. Everything seemed to be going right. My A1C was checked and I have dropped from an 8 to a 5.7 in just 90 days. That might have been the best news. Because I was on such a high and in a great mood, I had a chocolate chip cookie to celebrate. No! Wait! Let me take that back. I had 2 chocolate chip cookies to celebrate. I don't know if it was the good news, the compliments I received, or the fact that I was jut feeling good about life, but I went into the weekend on the lackadaisical side. Oh, I didn't indulge in more of the delicious cookies, but I didn't pay attention to or really watch too closely what I was eating. Maybe it was a little bit of arrogance!
Fast forward to Monday night. I felt pretty good about everything. I walked into WW somewhat expecting another good week. I mean, Saturday night while cleaning out the DVR, I started craving ice cream and I forged through it. I didn't give in! I mean if I can survive Saturday night cravings of I had to be good and the scale would show it. Then it happened, the news they gave me at the scale was not what I wanted to hear. What? That just cannot be right. I looked at the scale again and it certainly was correct. I don't mind saying I was a little disappointed in the stupid scale! How dare it tell stupid f&*$#&ng lies about me? I decided it wasn't a big deal.
Then it happened. I got home and looked at the two jars in the picture above. Dang it! I had to move two stones from the jar on the right and put it on the left. For those of you that have not seen them, the jars above help me to track my weight loss. I started with all the rocks in the left jar and for each pound lost, I moved them to the right one. Moving them in the wrong direction did not make me happy. Not even a little bit! I thought back to the lecture in our meeting this week. It was about "Anchoring". An anchor is simple, it is something you select personally to help you maintain your focus. I have several of them around, in different locations. Most people would look at them and not make a connection. After our meeting, I decided I needed to add one more anchor. One that I can with me, something that will be more of a constant reminder of my ultimate goal. I can do this! I did not like moving the 2 rocks backwards and I don't want to do it again. It was time to bring myself back in line.
Anyway, this morning as I grabbed my new anchor, I started realizing the similarities between an anchor in WW and the anchors we use or have in our daily lives. By definition anchors are used to stop ships from drifting in the wind or current. We each have those things in our lives that help us to keep from drifting. But like my other anchors, maybe we are not using them properly or we are ignoring them completely! Do we drift into danger zones without ever giving thought to using our anchor(s) to slow us down or to keep us from drifting either into deeper water or maybe our drifting is taking us into the rocks where we can be damaged. (I know, this is a little deep for me.) Why don't we use these anchors? Are we just too prideful and think to ourselves "Oh I have this!" or are we afraid to ask for help from friends and family members? These are two of my three biggest anchors in this life. The other is Jesus Christ, His Life, His Atonement, His Teachings. Yet, it is so easy in our life to ignore these anchors, we focus too much on work, entertainment, money, we are easily side tracked and start to drift. Sometimes we have drifted into the rocks and are damaged before we realize where the current has moved us. But isn't it great to know that we can always turn to our anchors, our true friends, our family and Our Savior and they can help us get out of the rocks and help us to heal or even just provide us stability while we heal? Okay, that's too much thinking for one day. I just want to say, I hope we all can identify those anchors in our life and use them, whether it is use them just to achieve a short-time or life-time goal!
Fast forward to Monday night. I felt pretty good about everything. I walked into WW somewhat expecting another good week. I mean, Saturday night while cleaning out the DVR, I started craving ice cream and I forged through it. I didn't give in! I mean if I can survive Saturday night cravings of I had to be good and the scale would show it. Then it happened, the news they gave me at the scale was not what I wanted to hear. What? That just cannot be right. I looked at the scale again and it certainly was correct. I don't mind saying I was a little disappointed in the stupid scale! How dare it tell stupid f&*$#&ng lies about me? I decided it wasn't a big deal.
Then it happened. I got home and looked at the two jars in the picture above. Dang it! I had to move two stones from the jar on the right and put it on the left. For those of you that have not seen them, the jars above help me to track my weight loss. I started with all the rocks in the left jar and for each pound lost, I moved them to the right one. Moving them in the wrong direction did not make me happy. Not even a little bit! I thought back to the lecture in our meeting this week. It was about "Anchoring". An anchor is simple, it is something you select personally to help you maintain your focus. I have several of them around, in different locations. Most people would look at them and not make a connection. After our meeting, I decided I needed to add one more anchor. One that I can with me, something that will be more of a constant reminder of my ultimate goal. I can do this! I did not like moving the 2 rocks backwards and I don't want to do it again. It was time to bring myself back in line.
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