And so it goes, the demon is never too far away. It's the one that circles and tempts you into a feeling of false complacency, the feeling that you can eat what you want and you don't have to run or do any work out if you don't want to. It keeps edging its way into my success and trying desperately to sabotage the best of my healthy food choices and exercising goals. The demon invites you to the dance. It spreads its arms in perfect posture begging you to enter into its hold. It seems so enticing, beckoning you into itself, promising you that sugar and lazy hanging around are deserving treats and will only take you a turn or two around the dance floor for a little while. Not too much pressure just gently letting you in to begin spinning around, languishing into yourself, dancing around the very thin edge of a spiral only to be sucked into its vortex of false promises.
Today I woke up in a sugar stupor. Too much picnic food and not anything remotely healthy. Frankly my recent unhealthy choices were not as bad as previous years, but what I discovered is that I don't have to eat as much as I once did for me to get drunk on sweets. Yes, I use the word drunk because I realize now how toxic sugar is to my body. First, I woke up not feeling good, second my thinking was hazy and not clear, third, I continued to make poor eating choices until late in the afternoon. Then, something inside me made me want to stop dancing. I made the decision, with help from someone who understands the dance, that this current dance party was over. I had to physically make myself leave the floor, put on my sneakers and run, yes run to shake off the urge to continue spinning out of control.
What I know for sure is that this dance will probably beckon to me again since most of my life I have chosen its steps. But I have a new partner that is gaining strength within and setting me up to call out the demon of the spiral before I step out onto floor. Commit to success it says because that is the only dance you have an invitation to attend.