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When I was a kid I used to play softball. I was pretty good. I played for many years and eventually, I started pitching. At age 12, I briefly took some fast-pitch lessons. I've never pitched baseball but I firmly believe throwing fast-pitch underhand is harder. Not that I ever worked up to this feat, but you try throwing a 60mph underhand softball. Not easy.
So each week I took a pitching lesson. My accuracy was pretty good. My arm swing was pretty good. My speed got faster as I got stronger. But the thing that never really clicked was the follow-through. With each pitch, the coach would have to reinforce the follow-through. It's the point when the ball leaves your hand and you clasp your fingers to your palm and continue to draw your arm up to your shoulder, making one full rotation, like a windmill. I had a bad habit of just stopping my arm once the ball left my hand. Seemed reasonable, at least to me at twelve-years-old it did. The ball was out of my hand. It was no longer in my control. I did my job and it was whizzing to the plate. Mission accomplished. So why the need to complete the rotation and continue the motion of my arm coming full circle? Well, that's the follow-through. It gives the ball its speed and accuracy. It completes the pitch. It's important. And though I didn't know it at the time, not following through has proven to be poetic in my life.
I think the follow-throughs in life can perhaps best be described as the icing on the cake or going from a B- to an A+. Is it vital to follow-through? Maybe not to some but if you want to be successful, going 80% will only take you so far (80% of the way, actually, to be exact). I have successfully followed through on a lot of things in my life. School, work, and many more things, mostly stuff that fits into the categories of school and work. You're probably not going to be bowled over when I tell you that weight loss is an area where I historically do not follow through. I go some of the distance. Sometimes I actually get quite close. Since I've packed on this poundage, I once got down to 145 pounds (and it was honestly everything I though it could be and more). I don't know why this is so hard. All I can say is that it's not a new problem. But, I'm working on it. And even though I'm sorry to say that I haven't been following through on my non-pregnancy pact (I really am ashamed of this and will blog further on it soon), I can honestly say that I am trying to figure out THE WAY. The golden way to the land of emotional freedom where weight has no weight. I'm working on a thing or two (again).
Whew, ok. I did it. I came clean. I failed (agaaaiiiin). I'm sorry. But, there's still time to follow through. And I will. Promise.