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We have two printers in my work office where we send all our large print jobs. Every time the power goes out, which is often in my little town, the printers act up. The only fix is to reset them, sometimes several times.
A few mornings ago, I was standing at the printer out front waiting to see if the reset worked. Looking up, I glimpsed my reflection in the front window. I swear, I look like I’m about 8 months into a pregnancy. The image looking back at me was a wake-up call.
At that moment, I vowed to make a change. I promised myself to go home and get on the elliptical and sweat until the pounds came off.
And my intentions were good.
Then, about 8:30 that night, fifteen minutes into a Star Trek: Strange New Worlds episode, another part of my brain took over. It only wants to fill the empty space inside me. It doesn’t matter if I’m hungry or not.
So, like I do most nights, I started shoveling junk into my mouth. And I kept stuffing until the feeling went away.
“Do the difficult things while they are easy and do the great things while they are small. A journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step.”
- Lao Tzu
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