I've realized something about myself. I spend too much time thinking about the future, dreaming about the future, worrying about the future...
I realized when I looked back on my last post. Rather then celebrating the 1.6 pounds I lost last week (which is pretty darn good!), I celebrated the fact that I'll be breaking into the 100s next week.
I buy more clothes that will fit me in the future then will fit me now.
Recently, I started worrying about whether I will make the swim cut off when I do an Ironman. An Ironman I am planning to do in 2014. THREE years from now.
I have this vision of the person I want to become, the person I want to be. My vision includes the physical, and what I am physically capable with. I also picture myself brimming with confidence when I get there.
Is the person I am ever going to match the person in my head?
There's nothing wrong with having goals and aspirations. In fact, I think when you stop having any type of goal, you stagnate. I want to always have something I am working towards and trying to accomplish.
For that very reason, the future me is never going to match the current me. And, that's okay. It's time to accept that. There's no reason I can't be happy with where I am right now. I've lost over 40 pounds and I'm looking good. The former non-swimming, non runner can swim 1500 metres non-stop and ran 16.1km (10mi) this past Sunday.
It doesn't change the fact that I have goals I'm working towards. But, the current Deb is pretty great too.