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decided to take some golf lessons with my husband. I called Jen a golf instructor offered to us by our local golf course and bought a starter set of clubs. Stan (my husband) took to golf like a fish to water. Within a few lessons he was sailing golf balls through the air with ease. Ito put it mildly, did not do as well. I took my lesson very seriously. I practiced at home, and worked on my form, but even when I was standing correctly, watching the ball and taking my time, my attempts to hit that little white ball would result in a strange plink sound, the ball would skip up and neatly land 3 feet in front of me. If I went to the practice range and hit a bucket of balls I would pain stakingly hit one after the other for an hour just to look out and see them on the ground a few feet in front of me. I remember thinking, I would get them further if I just threw them at the hole. It didn't take long to understand that golf is a game you love to hate. It reminded me a lot of my relationship with food and money, both things I love to hate.
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Every now and then however, you get it right. You find yourself watching the ball soar away from your club and actually land where you wanted it to. You can't believe it. All those things Jen taught me actually work.
Those moments keep you hooked, and the more you get out there and play, the more often they happen. It's just a matter of remembering what you did right that time and teaching your brain to make it a habit by doing it over and over again. Its worth it, don't give up.
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