Week 16: Consistency comes through a series of fresh starts. None of us achieve anything of importance without stumbling a few times along the way. So this makes me wonder why we expect to overcome unhealthy habits without messing up from time to time. And when we do take a step or two backwards, why one of our first instincts is to throw our hands up in defeat, instead of brushing ourselves off, looking in the mirror to say, “I forgive you,” then starting fresh.
A few days ago, I stood at a cross roads. After another round of speaking travels, I once again needed to re-set. My eating habits weren’t entirely horrible while I was gone, but neither was I on my best behavior. Sadly, I fared worse with exercise. I don’t think lifting my suitcases a couple of times a day warranted enough for the calories I consumed.
But once I returned home, I knew I had one of two choices to make. I could either wallow in my self-perceived failure, using it as an excuse to give up and fall into old habits, or I could forgive myself, and begin again. I chose the latter.
- The first thing I did was start moving. Using my one minute interval method, I got my blood pumping. Within forty-eight hours, I graduated to walking with my BFF. Since my return, we’ve covered streets, hills, and trails for a minimum of an hour each day.
- While I re-set my exercise routine, I committed to faithful use of my Weight Watchers app again, so I couldn’t fool myself into ingesting more than I realized.
- In addition, I upped my daily water intake. I’ve shared the beauty secrets of water in past Monday Makeover posts, but I can’t stress enough how powerful this natural product is to heal what ails from the inside out.
I’ve only been back for a week, but it’s crazy how fast these tiny re-sets are making a difference. Over the past sixteen weeks, I’ve lost almost twenty pounds, and I feel fantastic. I continue to educate myself, to apply what I learn in my daily living, and pray for strength to maintain. Consistency doesn’t mean you do exactly the same things, without ever messing up. It means when you mess up, you fess up, then brush yourself off and make a fresh start.
A couple of days ago, a family member posted this on their Facebook wall. “I’m so excited, five years after I started, I’ve met my goal weight, adopted a healthy life-style, and I feel great.”
Many of us don’t want to put in the necessary time to see a harvest. But when you plant a seed, you don’t pick fruit the next day. It takes weeks and months of water, fertilizer, pulling weeds, and waiting before our hard work ripens into a satisfying outcome. The longer we persevere, the sweeter the fruit. So I won’t give up, and will consistently tend healthy habits. That means I’ll make many fresh starts in the months to come.
When you mess up do you forgive yourself and start over, or condemn yourself and give up?
Anita Fresh Faith
Anita Agers-Brooks is a Business and Inspirational Coach, Certified Personality Trainer, Productivity Expert, Certified Training Facilitator, Communications Specialist, and national speaker. Anita is also the author of, First Hired, Last Fired — How to Become Irreplaceable in Any Job Market. Now available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Books a Million, Lifeway, Christianbook.com, plus many fine stores, Christian and otherwise.
She’s a partner in The Zenith Zone, a business coaching firm. Member of the Christian Writer’s Guild, Toastmasters, and a client of WordServe Literary Group. A graduate of CLASSeminars for Leaders, Speakers, and Authors, a co-founder of The StoryWriting Studio, and speaker on circuit for Stonecroft International Ministries. Anita co-hosts a weekly podcast, Engaging Life and Leadership with Darren Dake, available on iTunes, Stitcher, and other podcast platforms.
Anita is passionate about business with integrity, healthy relationships, and issues of identity. She travels the country teaching others from her personal experiences and research. She believes it’s never too late for a fresh start with fresh faith.
Her favorite past time is lounging by a river or lake in Missouri, laughing with with her husband of thirty years, Ricky.