Those famous words are part of a longer quote by Frederick Douglass. So as to not pull it out of its context, here is the full quote:
In the end, the intent is still the same. One can’t expect progress, such as losing weight and getting healthy, without a struggle. Without trying. And in most cases, intense struggles. Even some “holy hell I’m never going to get through this” sort of struggles.
And there are times, just like with other instances in our lives, where something just seems to be impossible. That we won’t survive. But you know what? We do.
I’ve had my share of some pretty awful things in my life. I remember many times when I though that things just couldn’t get any worse. Later, I’d realize they might have, but even if they did, I always survived.
Of course, as life goes, we know that not everyone believes they are strong enough to get through and they give up. On themselves. On their lives.
And that’s heartbreaking to me.
But for the rest of us, it’s that survival instinct that helps us. We learn from it. It makes us stronger. It proves to ourselves (and others) that we are not broken. That we aren’t weak, or pathetic, or even useless. It is an enormous testament to the human heart; its drive to keep going, no matter how hard it gets.
And that’s sort of what it’s like to struggle to get healthy and lose weight when you’ve gotten so far out of control.
So while I might bitch and moan about how hard this is, I haven’t given up and I’ve kept going.
Et hoc transibit.
This too shall pass.
As with my many mood swings, I will have my good days and bad. I’ve been learning to not let the bad days take me so far out of the equation that I struggle to get back in. And with each passing day, the struggle – while never really ebbing – does somewhat feel easier. At least for that day. And you know what? That’s pretty great too.
Brandon Auret, whom I’ve mentioned often in other posts and is always so supportive (and it’s very appreciated!), always has the right thing to say to me that gets me going. That tells me to pull up my (literal) big girl panties and get to work. I sometimes feel like he’s the best kind of drill instructor. Imagine a deep, heavily-South African-accented voice telling you (and as I stated in my last post):
Hey chill shit happens we human. Ok!!!
Keep on ……..
To which I reply …keeping on. And I do. I keep going. I keep on…keeping on. It’s become my motto of sorts. I could also hear him saying:
But that’s not to say that the things that others have said to me have meant less, or have impacting me less. Every supportive comment is felt deeply and taken to heart. Even those that seem a bit scolding, like an unexpected spanking. It’s all good. It’s all chill.
The biggest take-away from all of it is that if this was easy, everyone would be doing it. And not everyone is. Do I wish it was easier? Sure. For the most part, I’m a bit lazy. But I’ve also learned throughout my life that if you really want something. REALLY want something. You work for it. You work hard for it. Or it’s not worth having.
So as I continue to struggle, I’m finding that my struggles, in part, are helping others. To keep going. To not give up.
To keep on…keeping on.
If I can help someone do that, well, it makes my struggles all the more important to me. And all the more worth every ounce of pain, frustration, heartbreak and heartache I go through. Because I also know that I’m not alone.
I’m never alone.
Blessings to you all.