Dubious accomplishments
Sometimes accomplishments are both a positive thing, and a reminder of a negative.
What I’m thinking of specifically in my case is that is the last several months I took a firm grip on myself and got my weight down. I stepped on a scale this week, and compared it to what the scale said last time I went to my doctors; net difference: 60 lbs. Sixty!
Now, don’t get me wrong: I don’t regret doing it, and it gives me a certain sense of accomplishment and satisfaction to have done it. I am rather pleased with the reaction many people have given me because of it, as well. But on the flip side I’m rather appalled that there were 60 pounds to lose in the first place!
It’s kind of like the humorous tongue-in-cheek advice you might here about your resume’: avoid putting down personal accomplishments like “I was a model inmate and was released years early”, and “I finally had enough and through sheer force of will kicked that heroin habit”.
Like I said, I’m not regretting any of it — nor will I regret getting through the last stretch to an ideal healthy body type, in which I’m currently engaged.
I’ll just have to keep this in mind as a “dubious accomplishment” as a safeguard against backsliding, and otherwise let go of the past.
