My mother used to say I could never stick to anything for
very long. She didn’t understand that girls and boys need to learn about that,
you’re not born with it. You try things out, drop them, try other things,
learn, go forward and fall back, hold on and let go, and that’s all part of
growing up.
Then, when you are grown, what it takes to stick to
something is still very involved. It takes passion, commitment, tenacity,
overcoming obstacles, withstanding failures, believing in yourself, giving up
at times, forging ahead at times. But my mother didn’t know her cruel remarks
about sticking and me would haunt me for such a long time, and interfere with
the process of sticking to it.
This is my biggest personal issue, one that I confront daily
as I try to lose weight. Her words echo in my head, and continue to hurt me and
influence me: You never stick to
anything.
But I know intellectually that those words are not right, that they are so wrong. And once I stop believing her, and start believing what I know, that’s when I’ll stick to it and finally be able to lose weight. And I feel that day is coming very soon.

