They had me committed
It’s one of those weeks where I know this blog is a commitment because I am on day 3 of move 1 of 2, and boy did I not want to do one more thing.
But here I am, multitasking two of my commitments: breakfast within my boundaries and a weekly blog post.
One thing I learned from getting my eating under control is that something is only a commitment once it’s tested. I can tell you I don’t eat sugar or carbs, and I could even do that for a while with no issues. But what happened when my most beloved grandma made me spaghetti and meatballs and Italian sausage and garlic bread? I had to tell her no. I had to say thank you but I don’t eat those things anymore. And it hurt her feelings!!! And I both loved her and took care of myself too.
So here I am writing this blog, while thinking about all of the things that I have to get done. A load of laundry while we have a big washer. (The next apartment has a small unit.) Prep the rest of my meals for the day. Pack what’s left of the kitchen…
Twenty eight years ago in the Landmark Forum I heard them say that when you make a commitment you change the trajectory of your life. But I didn’t understand any of that until 8 years later when I made a commitment to stop eating sugar and carbohydrates, and to weigh and measure my meals. Before that I didn’t keep promises. I didn’t honor my word. I didn’t have integrity.
To make any commitment, to have integrity, changed my life in the best way possible. Because not only did I keep my promise to keep my eating under control, I learned how to make a commitment at all.
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