Monday, November 16, 2009
It's November 16, 2009, which means at 11:57 tonight (unless I magically lose 50 pounds) I will not have met my goal for the year. I'm very disappointed in myself more than anything else. I mean, back in January I was so gung ho to do whatever it took to get the weight off. I bought a couple of videos, borrowed some from my mom, got a new stability ball and a few weights, bought some new cook books, and completely restocked my kitchen. I didn't eat a carb for 2 weeks. And by March I had gained back every pound I had lost.
I'm trying not to beat myself up too much about it though, because I honestly believe part of my problem is a medical issue. I was allergic to iodine until I was about 18, and it cause me to have hypothyroidism. I didn't start taking anything for it until a month ago, and I'm still trying to get in the habit of taking it daily. If anything good has come from it, it's that taking a daily medication is a great reminder to take a daily vitamin, and I'm beginning to feel more "normal."
So now, at the start of a new year, I'm setting new goals. I still don't have my own car yet, but that's ok. The biggest thing is to be mindful of what goes in my mouth, get up and get moving for at least 10 minutes EVERYDAY (not just every few months for a few days straight), and not to give up on myself.
I have 60 pounds to lose over the next year. It seems drastic, and if I continue to view it as unreasonable it will be. . . but if you break it down, it's only 5 pounds per month. Even if I didn't work out, at all, and just cut calories, it's an easily attainable goal.
So here's the plan:
I'm going to log on every Monday (I'll try to log on every day. . . but I'm not good at getting on the computer daily) and track my progress. I'm going to quite drinking soda at work, and change out "boredom binges" for gum. Once a week, I'm going to give myself something special, be it Ben&Jerry's or Checker's french fries. Everyday I'm going to get up and get moving. The longer it takes me to get to the couch, the better. And every week when I go grocery shopping, I'm going to replace one processed snack food with fresh produce.
So 25 isn't exactly a quarter life crisis at all. It's an opportunity to finish out my 20's as the best me I can be!