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It’s inspiring to watch runners. They run in all kinds of weather, train hard, and whether they feel like running or not, their dedication to a goal – in this case running and finishing 13.1 miles – is admirable. Injuries forgotten, they forge ahead, always keeping the next race in their minds.
As I watched hundreds of runners cross the finish line yesterday, I had an “aha” moment: I have to approach dieting as runners train for a race. Set a goal, and then do what it takes to make it become reality. My heroes du jour are Kim and Tim, and I have decided that from now on, when I want to stray from my diet, I am going to force myself to think of Kim’s face as she crossed the finish line, a mix of pain and pure joy, two emotions that I feel constantly when I am trying to lose weight. Pain when I make bad choices, pure joy when I wake up in the morning knowing the pervious day I ate nutritious foods.
My greatest hope is that the pure joy outweighs the pain this week.