With so much going on lately, I forgot to report on something that happened earlier this month.
Early, early one morning, I stopped at McD’s for a rare cup of coffee. It was so early I was the first car in the parking lot. For some reason, I decided to clean my glasses while I walked to the door. A loud car pulled into the lot just then, very slowly, and I was watching it over my shoulder as I walked. Pity I wasn’t looking forward, because maybe I would have seen that I was ready to step off the curb.
Raise your hand if you know know where this is going?
You guessed it? Ker-splat! I landed in the middle of the drive-through lane, right on my Pickleball knee, which promptly collapsed so that I could complete the belly flop.
My first thought was, Where are my glasses? Fortunately, they did NOT make contact with the concrete and were in my outstretched arm.
My second thought was, Where is that car that was pulling into the lot? I had visions of it squishing me into a very large pancake (with clean glasses!) as it pulled through the drive-thru lane. But no-o-o-o, it was idling in the lot behind me with some old man gawking at me like I didn’t have sense. (Don’t you dare say it!)
Third thought: There’s a lesson in this, and I need to remember to blog about it.
That’s when I started laughing, because at 5:30 a.m., after doing a near-face plant on asphalt, how ridiculous was it that I was envisioning a blog post? Too ridiculous for me to remember to post about it, apparently. Until now.
Here’s the lesson, as I see it: If you’re looking backward while trying to move forward, you’re likely to fall at some point. Or more than likely to fall, if you’re a klutz like me.
Back when I was on the diet wheel and had started a “new plan”, I’d inevitably be faced with a situation that prompted me to recall past failures. And then I’d wonder why I thought this time would be different. I’d never been successful before, or at least not in a long, long time. Thus began the beginning of the end of the “new plan.”
This last time, I chose to keep looking forward. With one exception, I didn’t focus on the past other than as evidence of what hadn’t worked. That one exception occurred when I approached a weight at which I’d gotten stalled about 20 years before. I was a little fearful I’d get stuck again, but by then I was feeling so great that it never became a major worry. I concentrated on taking the actions I needed to take, and I’m happy to report that I blew by that “sticky’ number and never looked back.
I still work to stay “in the moment.” My past failures and successes are all just that–in the past. (Nor do I have any idea what the future holds because that’s yet to come and outside my control.) I function best, and seem to fall less frequently, when I focus on what’s right in front of me.
Tolstoy said the same thing, only a lot better:
[There] is only one time that is important–now. It is the most important time because it is the only time we have any power.
Or if Tolstoy’s not your thing, you could go with Fleetwood Mac:
Why not think about times to come,
And not about the things that you’ve done,
If your life was bad to you,
Just think what tomorrow will do.
Don’t stop, thinking about tomorrow,
Don’t stop, it’ll soon be here,
It’ll be, better than before,
Yesterday’s gone, yesterday’s gone.
Are you trying to move forward while looking backward? Or are you able to stay focused on what you’re doing NOW?
End report. Continue lesson learned.
On an unrelated note: If you’re in need of a smile, here’s some video I shot at the zoo today. The cute little meerkat was sleepy.
And yes, that’s a smidge of my hick accent in there.