That little voice….

Today during my walk, I thought about my little voice, the one that says I can’t do what I need to do. 

It just so happens that I was also listening to Apocalyptica’s “I don’t care”. (The video I tried to post yesterday.)

So I concentrated on the words.

I try to make it through my life, in my way, there’s you…..

I’m getting buried in this place, I’ve got no room you’re in my face,

Don’t say anything, just go away….

I’m changing everything ’cause you won’t be there for me.

So, to counter that little voice, I listed things that I have done and achieved.

I’ve raised two children (not alone, but who cares) to adulthood and they are intelligent, responsible contributors to society. 

I’ve done two marathons and four half marathons and one 10K and a whole bunch of 5K’s.

I’ve survived the deaths of both my parents and both my parent in laws. 

I’ve survived my husband’s Guillain Barre hospital stay and consequent recovery and near bankruptcy. And all the emotional fallout.

I’ve survived rough patches in my marriage and have a stronger, happier marriage.  I’m so blessed.

I’ve lost beloved animals, and moves, and buying a house.  And remodeling.

I’ve survived being an RT for 25 years, and survived and thrived in a new job. 

I work hard and do a good job, even if it doesn’t seem like it some days.

I’ve survived an FDA audit and have given two talks about it, both of them well received.

I have survived all kinds of training. 

I’ve been peed on, puked on, coughed on, and bled on. 

I’ve survived gaining and losing my religion.

I’ve survived camping in a tent.

I’ve survived one of my children liking country music.

I will continue to survive, and thrive, and no little voice is going to tell me any different. 

And if I decide to lose weight, no little voice is going to prevent me from doing just that.

And for the record:  27 days in a row exercising, two days in a row keeping track of my food intake.