Tuesday, December 16, 2014
There are times when I walk past my list of goals, a list I did in the last few weeks that I posted in a place I could view everyday, and while I look at it I wonder about its significance. I wonder what that list would mean without the people I love and I know then and there that it would only be a piece of paper. It always serves to remind me to be content and happy with what I have and where I am. I still strive for my goals but I always need to remember what success means to me. I am currently reading a book titled A Better Way To Live: Og Mandino's Own Personal Story of Success Featuring 17 Rules to Live By from the author Og Mandino and in it I read something that resonated with me, it said as follows: "And even if you have failed at all else in the eyes of the world, if you have a loving family, you are a success". How true I find this, how very true.
I recently had a dream, in it I had moved from my small house to a dilapidated house in the state of Georgia, through out the dream all I did was cry for everything I had left behind; I wanted my old house back regardless of its defects, I wanted my love, and my family back. In the dream I understood how much I should value what I have, my only source of happiness in my dream was that I had my son with me but yet we missed so much, even though in my waking hours I don't value what I have as I should value it. I remember the dream so vividly because it touched a soft spot in me.
I end with this note: We all need to remember that in this life where we are is sometimes exactly where we need to be.
Monday, September 29, 2014
I haven't been exercising, I haven't been working out. I feel the frustration of everything I had built up to backtrack day by day. It started with a week, I had to rest, I was giving my body more than it could handle and it was not pretty. I explained in my previous blog that I was sleeping very little, 2 to 3 hours a night and it was taking a toll on me. The idea was to rest one week and try to get enough sleep each night to be able to workout properly during the day. My body couldn't handle it all. But... my sleeping pattern hasn't improved much, I have had to keep a log of my sleep and it is inconsistent, sleeping 2 hours one night, 4 hours another, 1 another. Per Doctor's orders the first step I have to take is get enough sleep each night. That has to come before trying a workout routine, although I can have an easy stroll around the block my body is too sleep deprived to handle everyday living and exercise, or so I was told. I didn't want to do it. So I have been going to bed earlier, even if I don't sleep. Finally last night, I fell asleep earlier, a small victory but a victory nonetheless. I slept a full 6 hours last night and I feel great. As long as I keep it up this week and continue changing my habits I will get there. Yes, I was disappointed that I was getting there smaller than most but I will get there. So for those of you that will get to the finish line before me, - Wait to see me there: And for those that will come after me - We will all be there waiting for you.
Thursday, September 11, 2014
I was so motivated and so happy to start walking again. I had a clear vision in my mind of who I was going to become, the new clothes I would be able to wear, how much energy I was going to have and then a major a disappointment came my way. I realized it wasn't going to be an easy journey and not everything was going to smell like roses. I had done this before; I had lost the weight I gained during my pregnancy and I had worked out six times a week and had reached my goal. I felt good and I believed I looked good, I was able to buy clothes I was waiting to buy for weeks. It seemed so easy. This time I told myself I would do the same, I would workout and the pounds would come off and the energy would spike up but it hasn't happened. All I have done is gotten myself exhausted and on the verge of collapse. I knew I should have paced myself, just a few weeks ago I had a problem with my right kidney and I knew I should take things slow but if I had done it before so I would do it again I told myself. This time there is a huge difference I had not taken into account. This time I am not 24 but 29. It might not seem like much of a difference but a little more than a year with out consistent exercise and years of bad (very bad) eating habits will catch up to you and at my 29 years old I can feel the consequences of a non-healthy diet. This week has been exhausting, after feeling over-stressed and very overwhelmed I got some doctorly advice and what was I told to do? Rest. What!? Stop my workout streak? How was I going to get the momentum to start again? Just a few days I was told, I could begin again next week, with proper sleep (Did I mention I had been logging in just 2 hours of sleep a night) and better eating habits. I felt so disappointed, now there was another thing not going exactly right. I kept going through all of this last night and I knew where I had gone wrong, I am not 24 anymore and I have to take that into consideration and well I hadn't. I was expecting my body to do too much with out respecting it. My metabolism has slowed and I have to put more work in if I want to lose inches of my frame but I also need to allow my body to rest and I do need to get a good night's sleep. I can not follow the plan I followed that worked a few years ago with out thinking of how everything in my life has changed. I have to go back to the planing board and plan again, this time a bit different, I need to take my job, my son's school homework & projects, my kidney , and my lifestyle in general into consideration. I need to set up something that will work for me and here I am planning all over again. This week will be my rest week and I will sit down and plan my next week and every week after that if I want to stay focus and succeed. But here is one thing I know, I will succeed, not only for myself but for my son.
Tuesday, September 09, 2014
Last week was my first week of working out consistently. For many months I told myself I would start soon,"Next upcoming Monday" became my constant and favorite phrase. As my pants got tighter and tighter by the day I sat contemplating my goals on a Tuesday morning, how was I going to wait another 7 days to start my workout routine. Another 7 days! Oh, the damage that could be inflicted in a mere 7 days. It didn't help that the walking plan I wanted to follow had the dates on it and you guessed it, Day 1 was a Monday. By the time I had gotten home from work I had given it quite a lot of thought but had made my decision, I laced up my sneakers and walked my first 15 minute mile in weeks. I had decided Tuesday was going to be my Day 1. For many weeks I refused to start my healthy journey on any other day except Monday, if Monday rolled around and I didn't exercise I had next Monday to start. I have now realized that using the "Next upcoming Monday" was me delaying that start of my walking program as much as possible. The truth is I just wasn't ready to start and I wasn't the least motivated. I know this now because when you are ready to begin working on being the best you can be you will not wait for Monday or any other date, you will start now/today, this moment.
Monday, September 08, 2014
I have begun walking everyday and today, being a Sunday, was my first free day. I was able to rest and not worry about lacing up my sneakers and doing my Walk Away the Pounds DVD but yet I feel more worried than on the days I did walk. I realized that although it is okay to get a break and it is in fact needed I have to be extra careful. I have stated in my previous blog entries how I don't own a scale and rarely ever get on one. Today as I was talking a walk around the mall I saw a scale, well this might be a great opportunity to know what I weigh, I told myself. Oh my surprise when I got on put in my quarter and realized I was 10lbs heavier than I thought I was. I had taken my measurements earlier this week and knew that big trouble I had gotten on over the months I had decided not to work out or take care of my eating. I knew that this time I have to stay focused if I want to reach my goal. I know I will not weight myself again in a few months but I will be taking my measurements once every months. As long as I keep to my 6 days a week of walking while adding miles to my routine every week I know I will be fine but yet the idea of not being the way I want lingers on me. I am always reflecting and over analyzing and I have come to see this as both a blessing and a curse. Sometimes I walk past my vision board and see everything I want to accomplish and in my head I think about what that vision board would mean if I didn't have who I love with me and i know it would just be a piece of paper. It is always a reminder to be content and happy in what I have now, to love my son, to love myself, and to be grateful. There are times when loving myself as I am is harder than others but yet the subtle reminders of why I should do it are always there. I had a dream recently, in it I had moved from my small house to a dilapidated house in the state of Georgia, why that State I have no idea - I live in California, through the dream all I did was cry for everything I had left behind; I wanted my old house back regardless of its defects, I wanted my love, and my family back. In the dream I understood how much I should value what I have, my only source of happiness in my dream was that I had my son with me but yet we missed so much, even though in my waking hours I don't value what I have as I should value it. I remember the dream so vividly because it touched a soft spot in me. I end with this note: We all need to remember that in this life where we are is sometimes exactly where we need to be.
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