There are stories told by sea cave divers about going down up to the limit, breathing technical mix, slipping through narrow cave passages into the arms of the fear-induced near death experience; landing in the cave-belly full of sharks. White beasts with eyes open, gaping mouths all around. Few long seconds after saying good-buy to their life divers understand that sharks are … sleeping.
In the depth of the sea there are caves. Water runs through those caves in strong current. This is the only place where white sharks can rest. Strong current rushes through shark’s gills and keeps it alive while motionless.
I did not know until short while ago that white sharks can’t breathe once they stop moving. They have to move in order to stay alive. Sounds very familiar in a way.
When embarking on a weight loss journey we often ask when we will be done. When can we stop? The answer is … never. Or shall I say until we find a suitable cave, whatever this metaphor may mean.