In achieving our goals, sometimes we lose the things we love along the way.
You would think that losing a significant amount of weight would be a good thing, and of course, it is. For almost two years now, I have been on a weight loss kick and have lost thirteen kilos and counting.
My wakeup call was when I went to sign up at the gym, and they wouldn’t let me without a doctor’s certificate. My blood pressure was too high.
Since then, I have made changes to my diet and exercise routine, and have made slow, steady progress. I feel and look better than I did.
Being able to fit into my clothes again has been great but there’s one problem; a beautiful leather jacket my husband gave me. I love this jacket because I can throw it on over anything and it looks like I have made an effort. It’s three quarter length so it keeps out the cold and my son says it makes me look like an assassin.
Well it used to. I used to fill out that jacket out nicely but now it makes me look like a scrawny scarecrow. The empty shoulders stick out and it hangs off me like a hand me down. I won’t be scaring anyone in that jacket.
And so, I have made the sad decision to put it away; it is no longer bringing me joy.
I would never have thought that my weight loss would have a downside but losing that leather jacket has been hard to take. It’s what my Year Twelve Economics teacher called Opportunity Cost; the price you pay for choosing one opportunity over another.
We are constantly making decisions in our life; the food we eat, the time we spend, the company we keep. There are the opportunities we take, and the opportunities we leave behind.