The world is full of tenuous things. The things we try hard to win, we can’t always keep, at least not right away. Still, we keep working at it—nothing ventured, nothing gained.
Even if venture doesn’t always mean gain.
For this week’s meal plan I basically had in mind the same regimen as the last’s, and it almost worked pretty well—briefly I was up around 209 mid-week—but it kind of fell apart as the weekend hit.
My latest scapegoat is the winter darkness. Lack of sunshine saps resolve, lack of resolve leads to lack of progress. It’d be nice if that were true. But, as the philosopher says—
In all cases it is one and the same thing which is the cause of our doing or not doing something, of saying or not saying something, of being elated or depressed, of avoiding anything or pursuing: the very thing which is now the cause to me and to you, to you of coming to me and sitting and hearing, and to me of saying what I do say. And what is this? Is it any other than our will to do so? — No other.
So I still need help at strengthening my will; that, or keep spinning my wheels.