Re·com·mit - to commit again; the state or quality of being dedicated to a cause or activity
One of the hardest things I have done in my 26 years on this earth is commit myself to a healthy lifestyle. It took me 3 years and counting to make it a habit to eat clean and exercise. 3 years! Now I have reached a point where I am "over it". You know that point where you see your favorite person who transformed their body, lost the weight for a while, then bam, a few months later they have gained it all back. Yea that is the stage I am in. It just took me a few years to get here.
I have reached a plateau where I feel stuck. I feel like I am going through the motions and getting nowhere. It has been like this for a few months now. The only thing that saves me from completely falling off of the wagon and gaining my hard lost weight back is that I truly committed to a healthy lifestyle. I might zag a little but I couldn't see myself without eating a plant-based diet. So that comes naturally, whew! But honey trust me, if that was not the case I would totally be on the ground and off of the wagon.
My beau came to me and told me that lately I have lost my commitment to my journey. It hit me like a bus when he said it. I realized I have. I honestly lost myself for a few months. I let one bump in the road take me away from my path. It wasn't until I ended up somewhere else that I realized I never intended on being here and I have no idea how to get back.
"Recommit", by beau said. "Recommit to your journey." A lightbulb came on. That is it. This place that I am in is no different than the place that I was in when I was 215 pounds. This is a rock bottom just on a different level. All I have to do is recommit to my journey just as I did the first day I committed to this. Easy! Or so I thought...
It was as if the moment I made the decision to recommit to my journey every reason of why I can't or why it won't work came rushing in. Self-doubt and self-destruction. You see the thing about those two is that they don't know when to shut up. So you have to do your best to shut them up.
The difference between the girl who started at 215 pounds and the woman I am now is my mindset. I know that self-doubt is all in my head. I know that I have what it takes to reach my goals because I have been here before. I can. I will. I must. I am recommitted to my journey. I am recommitted to myself. I am recommitted to becoming the woman I am destined to be.
If you have found yourself on a path you didn't mean to be on, if you have hit rock bottom, there is no shame in starting over. There is no shame in recommitting, starting from the beginning. You can achieve your goals. You can become whomever you choose to be. You are necessary. You are needed. Don't allow the task of starting over punk you out of your destiny. Rise up! Shut self-doubt and self-destruction up by taking it one step at a time. Each step takes you further away from where you are and closer to where you want to be. Recommit with me!