Pride and faith

I don’t have a whole lot to say today.  I’m exhausted and feeling a little out of sorts — right outside my office there’s a big-ass machine breaking up concrete and it’s like living with a 2.8 earthquake all day (seriously! I put a vibrometer app on my phone and measured it!). The noise is bad, but looking at a shaking monitor makes me a little ill (anyone remember microfiche machines at the library?  Looking at one of those for more than 3 minutes used to make me just about lose my lunch, too).

So, instead of one of my normal witty, insightful and delightful posts, I have this:

That pretty much sums everything up, doesn’t it?  I’m doing better at the first part, but having faith in being able to take this the distance is still a little shaky.  It’s all going pretty well now, but I know there are going to be periods where making the right choice — the healthy choice — will be near impossible.  And that’s okay, but what’s gotta be different this time is not letting that snowball.  Acknowledge the choice and then move forward. 

And I need to have faith that I can do this.  Because I can, I know it.