This is the hill we face at the end of our two mile walk at the dog park. Talk about a battle! After two miles of brisk walking the last thing this ol' gal wants is a hike up the hill to the car, which is just over the horizon.
Today I paused. Obviously my husband and puppies did not pause since they are at the top of the hill and I'm down there at the bottom taking their pic (well one puppy and one husband anyway). I paused, though not to take their pic, to contemplate the alternate route. The other route, which I didn't have the foresight to take a picture of, ambles around a pond and angles at a less grueling climb up the same hill. So the choice is take the long way around, its a little further but a lot easier, or put on your big girl pants and hoof it up the grand-daddy hill!
Not wanting to prolong the agony - I took the big hill, just like I do every time. I look forward to a time when it doesn't make me feel like I'm gonna fall out at the top. But here's the rub, I can meander through weight loss and get there eventually or I can push ahead through the straightest path and hit those grand-daddy hills that seem so daunting. Its a choice everyday. Meander or attack.
Which one I choose sets the tone of my life. I don't know about anyone else, but I really get tired of meandering. Like the post yesterday and the excuses, I can roll along and justify floating down the river or I can pick up my paddle, give it everything I got and join the race.
There really was no choice when I came to the big hill. I had already made my decision before I stopped. I'm not backing down from this today. Tomorrow is its own day and I'm not set to worry about what tomorrow brings because today has enough challenge for the day. Today I'm steady and sure, I'm determined and defiant and no one is gonna stop me from taking the Big Hill!
That's All ~ Thanks Y'all!